umbrella girl, shield yourself from the acid rain when you stroll among the dreary gardens left empty during this time. foliage greets you with a twitch and a patter. if no one would talk to you anyway, why are soggy leaves so pleasant? i'm still surprised you came. umbrella girl, shield yourself from the mud that sprays at you from the curb of the street when cars roll past. tolerate the spatter of mud; the plastic; dirty masks; broken glass; it washes us as the fraser gets fatter. umbrella girl, shield yourself from the insults the heavens spit at you. does it sound like a relentless beating upon that vinyl sheet? i know you want to hide from the sky that has been so cruel lately, and abandon that parasol and brood. but umbrella girl, i implore you to hear – these are sounds of hope; motivation; joy; inspiration; that you have been missing ...listen... finish your day. -Writing on Waves
The world hurls bitterness all around but this girl can handle it.