So, you got a little wet?
Rain drops soaking
Through your shoes
...and socks...
...and soul.
You raise a flag of hope,
Or good old surrender,
As you open the umbrella -
Knowing full well
That shelter only protects
Scalp and skull,
But not the bottom of your sole.
Who's to say that
'Twas a falling drop
That made you turn
Away from the rain,
And the life it brings;
Towards a hunched back huddle,
Hoping for far less humidity?
It could have been
An army of drops,
Pooling their resources,
To present a blocked passage
And an opportunity
To seep through the splits and cracks,
That you did not know
Were at your feet.
Your mind is so set on getting somewhere;
You forget to appreciate the journey
And the wonder of water everywhere.
It's there in the clouds,
Masquerading as unicorns in form...
Or the puddles and creeks,
Gathering the squall back to the sea...
Or even in transition,
Touching you without a second thought.
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