Beneath the rain’s gentle sigh,
An umbrella blooms, reaching high.
Shelter from the sky’s embrace,
A refuge found in its gentle grace.

Colors dance on fabric wide,
Holding stories deep inside.
Whispers of the storm’s refrain,
A canopy against the rain.

Shadows fall beneath its care,
As dreams find solace in the air.
In its arc, a world anew,
Painting skies in every hue.

When the clouds begin to part,
The umbrella folds, its work an art.
Yet in its silence, it remains,
A guardian of the gentle rains.