I'Ve Never Been An Umbrella Kinda Guy

I’ve never been an umbrella kinda guy just sorta hunched against the wind’s distain smiled a five year olds fresh puddle smile laughing in the face of chilling rain Cooled worms would play wet “wackamole” with me dodge my dripping fingers in their flight oozing in mud’s coat of squeamish slime reaching for the touch of bluish night. Day breaks – upon the feast of early birds menu posted on a sun streaked dawn a cacophony of breakfast without words witnessed by the trembling rain soaked fawn. I’ve never been an umbrella kinda guy and to this day I never wonder why. John G. Lawless ©3/23/2019