First Drops

     It was a dark and stormy night...

I could hear it slamming on my roof top. It was trying hard to break through. I could see it cutting through my window. It was trying hard to get in. No matter where I was, it would find me.

I closed my eyes. Maybe once I reopened them, it would be gone.
I opened my eyes. Instead, it had grown outside my window, slowly lurking outside my room.
It wants me, but I do not want it.
They need it, but not I.

I need an umbrella for my life.