Tiny Droplets..... [walking Unprepared On A 'Misty' Day; Personal Experience] Poem by Bri Edwards

Tiny droplets fell, but I did not balk.
When they ceased I went.... for my walk.
I thought “umbrella? ” before I left,
but I wished NOT to.... its weight heft.

I soon got wife’s call; she warned of rain.
I told her I’d turn back. I’m NOT insane!
But I did NOT mean to turn back quickly,
and.... it’s just NOT true I’m always sickly!

Soon tiny droplets again began to fall...
tiny droplets. That was all!
I figured my jacket would protect,
but I erred in my weather projec-
tion.

I would not turn back, at least not yet.
I’d see how much I might get wet,
AND the tiny droplets might well STOP,
and I’d NOT look like.... a sopping mop.

As I neared first third of three mile route,
my choice (to not bring umbrella) I began to doubt.
At first I could see where each drop hit me,
but soon the hits melded..... into a small Sea.
I’d NOT worn my usual broad-brimmed hat;
my glasses got all wet! Think of that!

I turned back and headed home at last,
though cows I passed were holding fast.....
in their pasture.

I thought to myself “Tiny droplets DO add up! ”
If I HAD one, they’d have filled a fair-sized cup,
...... which made me wax philosophical,
giving me thoughts which for me aren’t typical.

Like droplets, tiny life-moments can add up.....
to fill ones “success”, OR “failure”, cup.


(October 27,2013)