More often than not, I awake to a sky that beckons me with its promising blue skies. The inviting light of this sky urges me to join it quickly and deliberately lulls me into believing that a wonderful day is in store for me!
I do not heed my Umbrella's sage advice. I only think of the present. I happily skip outside. I enter into this carefree state of sunshine nirvana. I come alive as I bask in the glowing rays of the warm golden orb. Nothing could possibly ruin my day.
Yet, more often than not, this state of elation brusquely alters in a split second. The Weather takes advantage of the absence of my Umbrella to teach me a lesson.
Each drop that pelts upon my skin feels like a poignant dart of embarrassment! Thousands of wet bullets pound down on me as I screech hysterically like a mating cat and dash for shelter. My hands cover my hair to offer what little protection they can; it is futile because it doesn't do much. My once-bouncy curls now lay matted and plastered to my forehead. I am forced to return home.