The Battle for the Skies

The rain is coming. Like an army waiting in ambush. I can’t see where it’s hiding, but the sky gives away that it’s there.

The ambush

My hair caught wind of this rumor of rain and immediately went into a frenzied hysteria.

I’m ready for it when it comes. My umbrella stands guard at my side. Once the onslaught begins, it wont stop for months. “Bring it on!” says my umbrella.

My fearless umbrella

My umbrella might need backup.

 

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