I like it when sudden rains break my plans.
I can turn my bike around to where I'd rather be.
I like it when my plans, woven in reluctant compulsions,
outweigh themselves from absorbing all the liquid intent.
I like it when hollow expectations, culprits of my plans,
overflow due to complacent nature of futility.

My plans, an accidental pregnancy, have much to gall
And I like it for they no longer stand tall.