Once I fought the rain.
Screamed and spat
Upwards in vain,
In wild belief that
It should stop.

I cannot grasp it,
For it slips through
Unheeding, without wit.
Wet, unbiased hue
In cold clarity.

It continues to rain.

Perhaps I shall instead
Make use of this tool to
Shield and cover my head.
Yes, this umbrella will do.
It continues to rain,

But I now stand untouched.