118 Looking for something I've never seen

(Today’s been another sticks-and-stones day) 

I fold my bones against the lashings of the wind 

I wonder if after the storm I’ll find you in the quiet, 

And in the hollows of your throat, 

In the recesses of your heart, 

I will find an alcove in which to hang my own

And take refuge against the rain. 

I was confronted by a most ferocious rainstorm today when going home from a consultation session and felt all alone and vulnerable, particularly when my brand new umbrella decided to fold itself against me with a rather defeatist squeak. What else to do? I wrote a poem.