Umbrellas

It's raining. Actually, a better word for the wet disaster outside my window would probably be pouring. It's pouring. And no, no old man is snoring. It started raining around two and a half hours ago, and hasn't stopped since. At 3:15, I had to walk to my piano lesson, which is four houses away. I took an umbrella, because, as I mentioned before, it was pouring. Now, I almost never use an umbrella. I live in Seattle. For all that I know, nobody uses an umbrella. It's just always wet or raining, so nobody bothers with them. Half of the time, I don't even know that I'm getting rained on. Anyway, the rain was bad enough that I took a little black umbrella we purchased in Paris at a crappy souvenir store for 6 euro (we were waiting in line for Notre Dame, and it started to drizzle on us. We had a while left to go, so we decided to buy an umbrella). Standing under the covering clutching my books to my chest, I felt strangely invincible. I'm not going to be stopped by some damn rain! I AM INDESTRUCTIBLE! I valiantly sloshed to my piano lesson, tried my best not to fall down the stairs when my "shield" caught on the overhead trees. I marched to the covered doorway, folded up the black umbrella, and placed it next to the entryway. I was no longer invincible. My vulnerability seeped back into my soul like spilled milk soaking a paper towel. I shook the feeling, and went into my lesson, missing my carefree days of umbrella-hood.

This may seem a bit silly (okay, a lot silly), but I am seriously in love with umbrellas now.

EDIT: Wow, what a weird first non-poetry related post.