Rain drops fall on my
head and my hair gets
damp with the smell
of rain around me.
I cover my head with
a newspaper but eventually
even that starts to soften
and more rain falls upon me.
It's not that I don't like
the rain, it's that it
surprises me with it's
awful timing of coming.
If the rain could maybe
give me a warning every
once and a while, maybe
I could have my umbrella.
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