Morning 1. The sky was blank. An empty, forgetful blue. But she brought her umbrella anyway.  Life was like this now, she thought, one could never tell when it was going to rain. Absence of pattern.   So she anticipated everything.  Took out insurance against chance possibility. Pension against being homeless.  Life insurance.  Sick insurance.   Insurance against the house sliding down the hill.  Face cream and umbrellas.   When they called to offer her sky insurance, she would be ready.  One needed to feel safe amid the unpredictable.

Rain Frames