Raincoats and Umbrellas

My mind has clouded over

and though occasional rays

struggle to shine through the drab skies

the wind wrestles them down,

hiding them away like a disobedient child,

locked in their room whilst the vicar

slurps his tea approvingly.

If only that child would learn

that they are free to make their own impressions,

free to obey their own conventions,

free to lighten the cracked pavements,

free to provide warmth to the world;

if only that child would learn

that they are free to live,

I don’t think the world would have need

for raincoats and umbrellas.