It’s futile this foolishness of standing under trees,
rain amplified on trembling leaves.
Oceans gathering, doused in green
to flow down collars and under tucked chins.
Shelter a holed marquee of foliage
with an open aspect of blue
and views of panoramic scope
but not worth a darn
to keep a fellow warm or dry.
It is futile this foolishness
of standing under trees
– Dave Kavanagh