Waiting for Monsoons

By David Derey

Everybody I know are each other’s umbrella.
If they see a cloud above one, all come running. Quickly, they gather around and shield him or her and it doesn’t matter whether it’s a droplet or hard rain:
They keep each other dry – every time.
Me, I run from cover to cover, boots soaked, body shivering.
They’ve seen me standing in their circle, hands clasped over each other’s heads.
Yet they never ask.
I don’t mind anymore.
Ill chase every cloud there is, let the rain harden me.
Im waiting for a monsoon.
When it comes, ill be ready.
They won’t.

               
David Derey writes “because it’s fun.”