Caught in the rain with a tiny umbrella that I kept clutching tightly

Today’s skies opened up unexpectedly, and I found myself running for cover.
My little umbrella, more of a decorative accessory than real shield, was no match for the pouring rain.
As I huddled under it, soggy and shivering, I couldn’t help but laugh at my own dependence on such fragile protection.
Maybe life’s like that too—trying to stay dry with something barely enough to keep out the storm.
Or maybe it’s just another reminder of how unprepared I am for life’s surprises.