Underneath the gray and weeping skies,
An umbrella blooms like a flower bold,
A shield against the storm that flies,
A story of shelter silently told.

Dancing with the wind’s gentle might,
It sways and twirls in elegant grace,
A guardian in the darkest night,
Offering warmth in its embrace.

Colors blend with the morning mist,
A kaleidoscope of dreams unfurled,
Protecting souls from the rain’s soft kiss,
In this quiet, gentle world.

When storms retreat and skies are clear,
The umbrella folds with a tender sigh,
Awaiting the next drop to appear,
Ready to shield, ready to fly.