It’s late autumn;
the leaves are nestled under tree trunks
or half shoved into dirty drains.
The sun hasn’t even risen and the heavy drops of rain are
rolling down your reflection upon the cold window.
As a result of your alarm deciding to take an un-notified day off,
you are now wearing mismatched socks, have not eaten breakfast
your phone battery is bordering on the line of –
Marigold leaves flutter off withering branches
with every gust of wind and droplet of rain.
The soothing sound washes away the noise of car honks and rapid footsteps.
An avalanche of rain greets you the moment you’ve stepped outside
and to make things worse, your umbrella snaps.
By the ridiculously, strong gust of wind
that pushes you back a few steps and
flips your umbrella;
the metal claws nearly poking your eye out of course.
So now you have a broken umbrella, are drenched and can feel your
toes getting damp from the holes in your shoes.
And you just know, you’re going to be