You weren’t supposed to come today

And yet you still arrived

And like always you took and took

And I gave, but you never seemed satisfied

Unnexpected, you showed up at my door

Knocking, and with a hood in your hand

“Why?” I asked, summer was here

You shrugged and said many things happen

That we cannot begin to understand

And so I stepped outside

Jacket in hand, cap on my head,

Gloves on my hands

All with shorts adorning my legs

And the breeze stuck me

Like a sharp slap to my face

I was unprepared

What was I expecting?

I cursed myself

I was stupid, naïve,

Whining I could brave this storm

With nothing but the clothes on my shelf

I lost the battle

But I hoped to win the war

As I rushed back in

And started to layer

Protection was needed

—no it was inevitable

And so I got dressed

And prayed to God to save me

I used the prompt as a metaphor for the way we sometimes jump before we fall, and I’m not sure if it’s too clear. First time trying to incorporate such a long on though!