28 August 2011
Water is stronger than you know.
Hide under a red umbrella
If you think it will protect you.
The water will get through.
Maybe this cloud’s storm won’t penetrate,
But it won’t be the last cloud to stalk you.
And at the first sign of frayed weakness,
With the first tatter of red nylon,
The water will come for you.
With every drop,
A particular damage.
To every trickle,
A specific pain.
Hide under your meek, red umbrella,
If it gives solace.
But water always finds a way in,
Or it makes one.
It will dissolve your every barrier
And your everything else.