rain falls over like the sky is weeping with me. i cringe at the sight of happy people and avoid confrontation like an umbrella avoids rain. i feel scattered like drops on today’s glass-preserved grey painting. and if i had to leave this sacred confined place, id pace in spite of the tear-spitting clouds, chilling winds, hurried ,umbrella as my armor to the very next distraction.
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Bent handle of purple umbrella. Spokes turned and rusted from years of catching rainfall offering shielding like armor for those underneath. Used, secondhand from a stately older woman given as a token to her granddaughter so she does not melt away in the constant drip drizzle Downpour of the winter fall that is plagued with clouds dark and dismal. Purple umbrella new and old.
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rain collects into small puddles in craters in the tarmac. heat absorbed and sun showers sizzle on the black asphalt. metal spikes extend an umbrella to cast a shadow over me clicking, rainbow trails of motor oil swirl in flooding water. my shoes swim, heavy with each step to pick up and place back down like treading snow covered hills as a kid. dragging a blue trashcan lid behind me. criss cross, my uneven weight shifts to the left and i flip, rolling down like a pin knocked down, wind knocked out by a bowling ball spinning on sleek oiled wood, air is cold and presses on my arm, waiting for the return. the hairs stand on my neck and small tremors. dimly lit bowling alley with drinks under an amber lit canopy poured foaming beer on tap into red solo cups. rumbling under my feet other lane
My car is loud with junk I don’t need. I contort my arm behind the seat, fumbling for an umbrella. I’m sweating just looking for this silly thing, and the velcro on my jacket is caught in my hair, and my hair is caught in my mouth, and there really is no need for an umbrella to walk into a store… and finally, the nylon rubs between my fingers and I lug the parasol over the center console. A gust of relief exhausts itself from both my lungs and car. I tear apart the velcro keeping the wings down, hold my breath, and throw the door open, quickly pressing the button to launch my umbrella up to the sky. Like a rocket it shoots up, and the wind is so strong I’m nearly blown away. There was no real use for that charade anyways. As the rain comes in parallel to the ground, I tuck away the umbrellas protective wings, spread my own towards the sky, and smile with strings of hair between my lips.
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You got nerve damage where she’d beat you with her antique umbrella. Worse than me. My welts turned inwards eventually, lost color though perhaps not saturation. But sensation was gone from the small of your back for years, did it ever heal? We called her death with his scythe, she called herself christ bearing that steel-frame spider wherever we went, regardless of natures temperament, grasping the hickory handle with its oft-polished gleam, the waxed canvas skin and its dry rustling. Do you remember how the smell of beeswax and wood lacquer would mix with her night cream? Mornings when we went to market, if you spoke too loud she’d grasp the thing upside down like a drunk yankee’s player and swing at your shoes so that hickory hook would uproot you. Do you remember how the red dust would kick up when we fell? Sometimes you’d get back up for more but I never did.
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Abandoned by our ally in the sky, the enemy naturally takes advantage of the situation. An ominous doom is felt by everyone around. Frightening graphite clouds fill the sky and suck all the colour from the surroundings. Hot, angry air encircles us, teasing the hairs on our arms and legs, shouting in our ears and scaring us with the odd pocket of icy chill. Cannonballs of water pelt us from above like savages. We are under attack. But our trusty shield ‘flips’ and ‘flaps’ aggressively in retaliation. Rainbow coloured, in contrast to the enemy, it launches the cannonballs back in the direction they came. Our saviour. Good old umbrella.
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raindrops trickling. they pitter patter and pop to fill the air with petrichor. its damp and soft like a blanket of grey suffocating the town. i feel my stomach in knots. is it the barometric pressure? ears popping and crinkling small bags of salted peanuts crumbling on a felt blanket. tangled earphones. the weight of my eyelids like the window shutter pulled down. the plastic grinding as it slides down soft like sscratchy vinyl joggers. the thick white film we sail on turns into a thin fog as the blue sky dims and my nausea settles with the fizzing alka seltzer tablets in my drink. hissing as cranberry juice stains a burgundy smile on my face. my neck sore nestled in a u shaped pillow that cradles the weak bones. a light blinks overhead and i hear a chime over the loudspeaker like in a moving trolley coming to its stop. ruffling uniforms against the plastic seats. clacking on laptop chiclet keys
Supposedly you were to stoutly remain, a steady stately ceder in a wind storm;wide shady and protective in the heart of a sun storm- an acacia in a savanna bush land. Yet wobbling you offer me scant cover from the frothing air of the swriling sleet, stealing over your unguarded edge where a loose rib lost hold of the tip - throes of a dying stretcher;still mudly I trudge on,on my platform of plastic loafers, at least a true friend:…avoid a feverish day ahead of groaning and sneezing! Squeeeak! What a beautiful sound like paradise gained when finally I push the door open, to be greeted by the fritterly aroma of home; a gentle sight for sore eyes, soft comfort promising to be had -only…“Shake off the umbrella !!!” sternly demands my mother her arms languidly spreading over the frier on the charcoal stove as she regards me with recaimed relief even as the warmth embraces me as I finish carrying out her order.They say, “true friends are hard to find”, yet the fickle ones are a dime a dozen- still thank you for barely saving me from the winter sleet’s piercing niddles and a possible pneumonic result.
The bright green and azure umbrella pops open as rain drops come tumbling down onto the umbrella and washing away just as quickly as they landed. The air is filled with a .musky and fresh smell as my nose and lungs fill up with the air and leave just as quickly as they flushed in. My chattering teeth start to subside as I take cover under the bright colored umbrella. My hands are freezing as I try to take cover.