Not how I thought my day would go

 

When the sun peaked from the corners, of the heavy curtains there was no evidence of rain in my day. 

Laying and pray for sun and shine, there was no evidence of rain in my day. 

Standing at the sink with with my fingers wrapped tight around my coffee mug, there was no evidence of rain in my day 

Fumbling through the closet for my Wednesday shirt, skirt and shoes there was no evidence of rain in my day. 

Cracking open the front door, sun beamed warm, desperate to blind me, there was no evidence of rain in my day. 

Passing the street vendors, chatting up the paper man and sauntering slow as my skirt tackles a small breeze, there was no evidence of rain in my day. 

Standing at the street light, staring ahead and desperate for green, there was no evidence of rain in my day. 

Listening to fellow commuters chatter about the weather, using umbrellas as walkers there was no evidence of rain in my day. 

Struggling to hold tight to the broken umbrella, wind forcing rain upon me, there was no evidence of rain in my day. 

When there is no evidence of rain in my day, and the sun is overtaken, a broken umbrella is better than not having one at all. There is always evidence of some rain in any day.