In whispered winds, the umbrella sings,
A canopy of solace in the storm,
Its gentle arc, a guardian’s wings,
A haven keeping wanderers warm.

Beneath its shade, raindrops dance,
A symphony of nature’s gentle tears,
In every droplet, a fleeting glance,
Of stories told through passing years.

The vibrant hues against the gray,
A splash of color in the weeping sky,
Its steadfast presence in the fray,
A promise that dry lands are nigh.

Held high against the tempest’s might,
A steadfast shield through nature’s play,
The umbrella, with its noble fight,
Guides our steps along the way.