It was never about the umbrella. It was never about the fact that I needed it. It was also never about the rain. It was not because I had forgotten an umbrella. It was right in my hand. Can you imagine why, I did not use it? In all this time, I was standing in the rain, I had an umbrella. I could get dry. I could stand in the rain, without getting touched. But I was used to it. I was used to getting pressured by the rain. Almost to much. So all I wanted was someone to warm me up, because I was cold. I tried, but I could not get warm by myself. It was never about the umbrella, as I said. It was always about who showed up. About that one person who would be there for me, when I needed it the most. When I was alone, standing in the rain. If someone would show up and stand with me, then it would not be so hard. Then that one person could help me hold the pressure. Because all I needed was someone, that could hold my umbrella. Hold my umbrella and hold away my pressures.
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PoetryA little collection of short stories/poetry about things in life. About tough times, and how it always can change with the right decisions and thoughts. I hope to leave you with a deep understanding of the stories, so enjoy!
