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Umbrella Anxiety

I don't know what it is

but I have grown very fond

of umbrellas

all shapes and sizes and colors

I never owned an umbrella

until a week ago

it was raining all day

and my mom gave

an umbrella

nothing fancy

just a black umbrella

then the rain let up

and I almost used

the umbrella

but I was worried

I wouldn't be able to dry it out

getting an umbrella wet

is a funny thing to worry about

but that's how I think

and that's not going to change

so when the sun comes back out

to dry the streets

only then

will I use

my first umbrella

for the first time

and it won't get wet

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Written by
matthew-p-beron
American
Published
Apr 29, 2014
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#worry#anxiety#rain#umbrella
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