Untimely

Pouring, pouring, once again I’m drenched. I’ve got new hideouts but none secluded enough. Huge droplets are pelting my back, my head and my neck. How exposed I am, unprotected and numb. Finding doesn’t always equate to keeping. This umbrella that not only shelters but warms. But what use is one that can’t withstand the pelting of rain and hail and dust? It’s better left ’til I reach the next block, of unknown weathers and chaos, meant to strike at the right time.

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