Rapt in grey thoughts
I fail to observe
Their reflection in the sky
As dark clouds roll in
Slight mist, then a drizzle
My jacket, closed to the damp
Fails to exclude the tendrils
Seeping round my mind
Desperately, I hunt for a shield
A battered old umbrella
Bears the fast, steady drum
My heart beats in rhythm
Faster and faster
The beats blur together
The umbrella grants them passage
I start to run
Crash of lightning, thunder rolls
The wind whips behind me
The umbrella departs
With my mind finally free
I dance in the rain
About the Creator
F. Anne Fischer
F. Anne Fischer is a biochemist by day, and author, poet, and dragon collector at night. She lives in Czechia with her very opinionated cat, Agatha, and visits the local castles as often as possible.
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