Wet Socks

Anxiety is being caught in the rain.

You were in pure sunshine,

rays warming your freckled skin.

Then –

thunder, lightning, heavy rain drops falling

fast,

hard,

and cold.

It catches you when you’re made-up and pretty,

without an umbrella,

and everything is now ruined:

your feet are cold and gritty in the wet socks.

Your hair sticks to your itchy neck.

You slosh around like an idiot.

If only you looked at the weather report this morning.

If only you brought a damn umbrella.

Why were you so reckless? So irresponsible?

I carry an umbrella, opened, over my head now –

at all times,

to be safe.

Just in case the rain decides to fall without my knowing.

Just so I don’t feel wet again.

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