The Sanctity Of My Umbrella Poem by R W Burke

People walking, faces set
With rain clouds black in stormy sky
Their shoulders hunched against the wet
Yet I am free to saunter by

Puddles forming ankle deep
My footsteps leaving tidal wakes
Gutters fill to overflowing
Turning kerbsides into lakes

Swinging gait through autumn leaves
Scent of damp earth fills the air
Flora tumbles in the breeze
Hoards of noble trees, laid bare

Through rain that autumn did bequeath
I sing in joyful acapella
Bold and brazen, safe beneath
The sanctity of my umbrella