IF UMBRELLAS COULD TALK

yesternight it rained with wrath i wished my umbrella could talk for I thirsted for one to talk to for one to break the monotonous storm one to urge me on in the muddy street but it stayed mum, maybe a reminder of the solitude that is life the sloshing of my muddy shoes and the whizzing of my freezing lungs a motivation to a warm bed yonder how i wish my umbrella could talk