Water streams down my back
I forget my umbrella
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Rain pounds the pavement
Water streams down my back I forget my umbrella
Mary Wallace
2/7/2021 09:08:41 am
Lovely.
Marjan Sierhuis
2/7/2021 12:01:21 pm
Thank you, Mary.
Marjan Sierhuis
2/7/2021 05:05:18 pm
Thank you, Jim.
Krystyna
2/7/2021 09:42:41 pm
Marjan, your beautiful words provide soothing coolness in our unprecedented hot spell. Is there any way you could send some of that rain to drought-stricken western Canada?
Marjan Sierhuis
2/7/2021 10:42:03 pm
Padmini Krishnan
3/7/2021 01:12:57 am
Wow...The joy of going outdoors and enjoying the rain. Perhaps you forgot the umbrella on purpose:))
Marjan Sierhuis
3/7/2021 02:26:13 am
Thank you, Padmini for taking the time to read. I enjoyed your comment.
Sue Clayton
4/7/2021 06:08:36 am
Marjan, I shivered as I felt the raindrops trickle down my neck and collar. I have forgotten so many umbrellas and had to buy one that I have enough to open a shop.
Marjan Sierhuis
4/7/2021 11:14:26 am
Thank you, Sue for sharing. The day I wrote the story it was raining. It reminded me of the times when I have forgotten my umbrella. Comments are closed.
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