A bank is a place where they lend you an umbrella in fair weather and ask for it back when it begins to rain.

A bank is a place that will lend you money if you can prove that you don't need it.

The rain to the wind said,
You push and I'll pelt.'
They so smote the garden bed
That the flowers actually knelt,
And lay lodged--though not dead.
I know how the flowers felt.

The middle of the road is where the white line is - and that's the worst place to drive.

I'm sorry that i'm both your umbrella and the rain

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.