Through the downpour we run
Silver drops against silver skies
Invisible but for the soaking
Fabrics sodden by skywater
It slips in sideways, unrelenting
No matter how rich you are
How powerful you’ve become
Who your family is or was
What you had to do to get here
A gentle but fierce rain reminds
You can and will get soaked
Just as much as the man
Huddled under and overpass
Who has owned more dogs
Than umbrellas
January 23, 2020
From “Soaky Brellas” by Kyle S. Rosalba
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