Umbrella

Umbrella

As the thunder claps

And the clouds get darker,

I wonder,

Is it necessary to carry my umbrella?

I trouble myself with this decision,

A trifle longer that I should,

And then I think of birds and beasts,

huddled together, under trees,

in Kruger and Serengiti,

silent and resolute, feeling very safe,

in face of nature’s onslaught,

Then why do I worry, about my umbrella?

As I hop and skip my way through the meadows

And enjoy the beautiful grey skies,

The rain, predictably comes down,

But I have no umbrella,

So I share,

The comfort of a tree, with bird and beast,

Silently understanding each other’s need,

Listening to raindrops drum their beat!

The sun shines, the trees glisten washed and fresh,

the birds ruffle their feathers, and break into song,

And I am on my way,

Why did I ever want an umbrella,

When nature provides one at every nook and cranny?

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