Underneath the weeping clouds we stand,
A canopy of colors in our hand,
The world a symphony of gentle rain,
Whispers of solace in every drop’s refrain.

Each droplet tells a story, soft and true,
Of skies once blue, now painted in gray hues,
Yet with this shield, we walk unafraid,
In the embrace of shelter love is made.

A dance beneath the rainy sky unfolds,
Where dreams are whispered and secrets told,
The umbrella, a guardian, steadfast and bright,
Guiding our steps through the stormy night.

So let the tempest rage and winds collide,
For under this gentle arch, we shall abide,
In the warmth of shared moments, side by side,
An umbrella, a haven where hearts confide.