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.


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