Squirreled Away

They come, these varmint showers, needless interruptions of a focused chore driving the unprepared to seek distant cover lest a “bad hare day” dampen their resolve. One cannot choose fresh fashion while making deals with purple pilferage. Mock the doused dismay of fleeing style. Tis said that I am vain and primp too much strutting as I go about my tasks and yet few know the truth of my obsession the goal of making sure my nuts stay dry. //Photo #3// ©9/5/2018 for A Rainy Day Poetry Contest