Caught in the Rain

My water bottle holder Has a pocket meant for keys Or a tissue or some money Or whatever else you please. When I went out walking yesterday, I thought I’d beat the rain, But the sky grew dark and so my hopes Went swirling down the drain. My shirt and shorts and hat were soaked, My sneakers still not dry, Plus this morning I discovered Something that had passed me by. For within that little pocket Were six singles, dampish still, And a soggy pad for writing, Which no pencil point could fill. So I spread them out for drying, Whey they did, in not much time, Then replaced them for tomorrow, Setting all of this in rhyme.