Misty

I carried my umbrella but Despite what I’d supposed, It wasn’t raining hard enough And so I kept it closed. Some people had theirs open But the lion’s share did not; My coat remained unblemished From a raindrop’s polka dot. My glasses, though, were speckled with Those droplets made of mist, A trivial annoyance you Might think should be dismissed. Yet still, if on a misty day, Until the weather passes, You might unfurl that bumbershoot* If you are wearing glasses. *umbrella