Tut tut.

There is a climate on my face
No sadness, no pain
No regrets, just rain.

What are the chances of this event?
And yet without an umbrella, coat, or tent
I went.

The weatherman got it wrong again;
he forecast a mild day,
60% chance of yay,
maybe a warm front, but he didn’t say
Anything about rain.

Do I hide under the eave and wait for wet to pass
or seize a newspaper to brave it while it lasts?

Then you offered to share your umbrella together
And even though it would be better;
It wouldn’t make me an indentured debtor,
You’d want to talk about the weather.

get out of the rain