Umbrellas In The Wind - Poem by David Lessard
Umbrellas in the wind, it's crazy,
the pelting rain, skies so hazy;
the November day is cold and wet,
but I'll take what I can get.
Umbrellas in the wind, it's wild,
I was wrong, the weather wasn't mild;
but I was bundled up just fine,
prepared to walk the rainy line.
Umbrellas in the wind, it's freaky,
when clouds above are streaky;
when the north wind blows so strong,
it's moans are like a haunting song.
Umbrellas in the wind, they bend,
give way and break, in the end;
and the rain finds you less prepared,
but wind and rain, they do not care.
Umbrellas in the wind, it's weird,
not dependable, just as I feared;
the chilly wind made one big racket,
I forgot my gloves-thank God for
pockets in my jacket!
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