Benches Are Safe Haven

I stayed waiting once
So long in fact
Someone noticed me and gave a glance
Their eyes firmly asked mine
“Why are you waiting?”
I stared blankly back
And began debating
Why it was
I was waiting?
So I sat there
You know, deliberating
The cause and effects
Of the moments just passed
That in some way or another led
To my current state of waiting
It was raining
I ran towards the nearest shelter
I never carry with me an umbrella
Yet, if I did, it would be white
With pink polka dots
Because who can forget to leave home
Without their white and pink polka dot umbrella
Which in turn I would call Isabella
Yea, Isabella the Umbrella
She would keep me safe
From the torrential rain
Keep me dry from the unforeseen
Keep me sane
Maybe fund the new world’s discovery
But she wasn’t with me today
So I ran to the nearest shelter
And I began waiting
For the rain to subside
Felt like I was playing a fucked up game
Of seek and go hide
It was really windy too
Even in shelter the raindrops mocked me
As they blew in to reach the toes of my shoes
And I thought “For fuck’s sake, I just bought these.”
They were hot too
These yellow striped Adidas in blue
Tight as fuck
Yea, but yea I was under a shelter
And I was waiting
And it was still raining
And by that point my socks were fucking wet
Now I’m going to be walking
With that squishy feeling all day