Light Blue Sky | Sherry W.
Drip, drip, drip
The rain drizzled in front of my disappointed eyes.
I sighed-
Who knew it was going to rain today?
Alone under the roof I stood,
Wishing as hard as I could
For the rain to stop,
But of course, it’s no good.
Seven years old and hopeless,
Stuck at school umbrella-less,
Shut off from communication,
I’m tired of being patient.
With mommy in Hong Kong and daddy at work,
I’m as hopeless as a homeless cat,
Head down, depressed, desperate for home,
And I can’t even catch a rat.
Boom! A clap of thunder,
As the rain poured down around me,
My heart sank, my hope washed away,
By the rain so heavy.
Zap! A flash of lightning,
Splitting the sky in two,
Tears are whelming up in my eyes,
I don’t know what to do.
The rain doesn’t get lighter,
My mood doesn’t get brighter,
Why haven’t I brought an umbrella?
Now I’m stuck here, all by myself-
A lonely little fella.
Suddenly, out of the corner of my eyes I spotted it,
Lying on the pavement, on the sidewalk-
A light-blue umbrella, lonely and small,
Being scratched at by the raindrops.
A mother and daughter ran by,
With a newspaper above their heads,
“Look mom!” The girl stopped dead,
“It’s an umbrella!” She said.
“Leave it to be,” The mother responded,
Tired and annoyed she sounded,
“It’s broken, it’s unwanted,
An abandoned umbrella cannot be trusted.”
The two joined me under the school’s roof,
Hoping the rain will stop soon.
We watched as a man ran pass,
At the sight of the umbrella, he stopped fast.
As if considering his next step,
He stood beside the umbrella,
But he soon turned and walked back,
To be under the stable roof.
The four of us stood in silence,
Watching the rain pour down,
I wondered and wondered,
Which mean bully made the poor sky cry?
The raindrops are my needles,
Piercing at hopeless hearts,
The thunder is my clock,
Telling me, “It’s time to depart!”
I looked at the umbrella,
Then at my companion fellas,
I rushed and ran into the rain,
Towards where my hope contains.
I picked up the umbrella in one swift movement,
As the world watched me in amazement,
I shaked off the rainwater collected on it,
I took a breath-I hope I won’t have to regret it.
The umbrella opened up, like a miracle,
And instantly I’m under a light-blue shield.
I looked up at the umbrella,
It’s perfectly perfect, without a single scratch.
The mother, daughter, and the man,
Threw me looks of jealousy,
I simply smiled a ravishing smile,
As I skipped away, under my own light-blue sky.
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