Forty Percent

Forty percent was the chance it would rain, Which is what my phone app was predicting. I went for my walk with my eye to the sky, But the darkening clouds were conflicting. I had an umbrella which fits in the bag Where I carry my water for drinking, So I ambled on, getting further away And I wondered just what I was thinking. For, after a mile, rain came barreling down, Without one little drop as a warning. My umbrella unfurled, I retraced all my steps, Cutting short my full exercise morning. Though my sneakers were dripping, as well as my socks, I got home with just minimal stressin’ But I have to remember my phone often lies, Which is really a valuable lesson.