Umbrella
I took a walk today, the sky with angry billowing clouds, with the trumpet to call the rain,
with me and my umbrella, watching the lighting dace across the sky. It starts to pitter patter
upon my umbrella slowly, I reach out and catch it at my finger tips, I marvel at what lives
little pleasures are. I toss away my burden to be swept upon the wind and tip my head back
arms stretched wide, I watch my whole life whizzing by and think ......damn i dropped my
umbrella.
Copyright © Jessica Stepanovsky | Year Posted 2009
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