Umbrella
What I need is the rain
The kind that comes
In lieu of snow
On a mild mid-December day
Falling swiftly, bouncing lightly
Off the canopy of a steel-tipped
Black umbrella
That twirls languidly
Propelled by a childlike wistfulness
That draws up from
Silver puddles
Through rainsoaked jeans
Long pea coats
Into my deliciously cold hands
The kind that comes
In lieu of snow
On a mild mid-December day
Falling swiftly, bouncing lightly
Off the canopy of a steel-tipped
Black umbrella
That twirls languidly
Propelled by a childlike wistfulness
That draws up from
Silver puddles
Through rainsoaked jeans
Long pea coats
Into my deliciously cold hands
