I sent my daughter to school

without her raincoat,

again!

She'll canter home soaking wet.

I'll strain my wrist

yanking tangles from her hair.

If I bother my friends

it's no wonder,

ranting about these

and a hundred other worries.

But I can't phone them now.

My cell went dead last week

after I dropped it in a puddle.

My tongue flails

like a fire hose blasting water

with no one to hold it.

Still, today, I feel better.

The sun shines, proud of itself.

The sky beams. 

Dry.