I don’t have an umbrella! 

Ever felt the absence of an umbrella in the presence of torrential rains?

Share your experiences and thoughts below.

It’s raining and I don’t have an umbrella, 

I had planned to venture out 

And do the task at hand. 

But, it’s raining and I don’t have an umbrella. 

I wait for the rains to stop, 

That ceaselessly do go on, 

But they are rains, 

That swell and burst and put, 

The world, at risk to drown. 

I bargain with the skies, 

To stop this torment. 

But,  it gleefully sighs, 

Let the melancholy flow, I’ll feel light at heart, 

Isn’t that what you humans do? 

You brush against each other, 

And emotions of wrath, love, desperation, mirth 

And the lot, 

Ceaselessly thunder across your heart, 

Light fire and calmness in your soul, 

Breathes waterfalls through your eyes, 

Blurring the vision but clearing your heart. 
And to expect me to not follow suit, 

Don’t you despicably portray selfishness,

Which abounds in your desires and in  your hearts? 

Polluted you as it is have, my sister, air and me alike, 

And thus I drench you in acid, 

For all the follies that you have bestowed, that

Reek of such selfishness and lack of pity, 

Pray, let me weep to cleanse me of your ills. 

Understanding the ill – nature of the question that I had posed, 

And lamenting, shamefully of the pain that we have caused, 

I took shelter under one of the trees. 

But the weeping didn’t seem to stop. 

However, soon I became 

Imprudent and impatient, bearing fealty to my race, 

I prepared myself to get physically drenched, 

Since dry clothes was an impossibility, 

I enjoyed the drops across my face, 

I jumped in puddles and danced away the rain, 

I made mirth in someone’s tears, 

I am faithful to my race.