Rain splatters onto the pavement in an unpleasant way,
Droplets splash onto my bare ankles, sending me a desire to curse.
“When will winter be over” is the main thought on my mind,
“I cannot take any more of these umbrella wars.”
I hold onto my umbrella exceptionally firmly
I see a girl walking towards me quite sturdily.
She clocks me and I clock her, there is an unspoken tension between us.
Our eyes meet and the message is spoken, the war has begun.
I keep my stance firm, “I will not raise my umbrella” I repeat in my mind,
The pavement is not wide at all, we know one of us must give.
An arms length between us and her umbrella is exactly levelled with mine,
I straighten my back and square my shoulders, she will not get past me if she tried.
The moment has come, the crossroads is here,
It is possible, if you wished, to smell the fear.
With a CRASH, our umbrellas clash, I stumble and so does she.
She takes out her headphones and says a small “Sorry!”
To which I retort with a “Oh, dont worry!”
Until the next, umbrella war.
