Forty Percent

Forty percent was the chance it would rain,

Which is what my phone app was predicting.

I went for my walk with my eye to the sky,

But the darkening clouds were conflicting.

 

I had an umbrella which fits in the bag

Where I carry my water for drinking,

So I ambled on, getting further away

And I wondered just what I was thinking.

 

For, after a mile, rain came barreling down,

Without one little drop as a warning.

My umbrella unfurled, I retraced all my steps,

Cutting short my full exercise morning.

 

Though my sneakers were dripping, as well as my socks,

I got home with just minimal stressin’

But I have to remember my phone often lies,

Which is really a valuable lesson.