The forecast: “Possible showers”.
My forecast after checking
the morning sky: “Likely showers”.
So I took an umbrella with me
on my morning walk. I enjoyed
swinging it back and forth —
left hand then right hand.
When I passed a fellow walker
he or she received a serious wave.
I thought: “If my grandson were here
he’d make a rifle from this thing
and go pssschhh! pssschhh!”
I cannot spell the sound
but I can make it and I did
while aiming here and there.
If there were those who saw me
they’re likely wondering still.
My precautions proved unnecessary
but provided me with pleasure
I would have been denied
had they not been heeded.