It keeps coming
Water pellets rapping at the head
change and rain are imminent
Pink polkadot umbrellas &
Sunny smiles
Thwart the onslaught
But crack open the book 
and dreary thoughts like 3 day rains
seep in
Threatening to shatter
comfort, security (or false sense of)
A flood swells
ready to lift the unwilling onto a new page