Under the blanket of clouds, so gray,
A shield above, in colors gay,
It dances with the wind’s soft play,
The umbrella keeps the storm at bay.

In gentle drizzles or torrents fierce,
It stands tall, no fear to pierce,
A canopy of hope, a trusty sphere,
Shielding us from every tear.

Its ribs of steel, so firm, so strong,
Whisper tales of endurance, long,
Each drop, a note in nature’s song,
With the umbrella, we belong.

When the clouds part, and skies are clear,
It folds away, yet always near,
A silent guardian, year after year,
The umbrella, both friend and seer.