Envisage

Sun is promised
But the rain comes
Tumbling down.
The picnic I envisaged
Does not linger
But evaporates at speed.
It is not mentioned
Like a best man’s poor joke.
There is much which
Is as the picnic:
Much expected
Which never occurs.
Still, you never
Get used to it.
And the comfort
You proclaim
To avoid disappointment
Is a costume
With no lasting protections.

Learn to enjoy the rain.

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