Beneath the umbrella’s wide embrace,
A shelter from the storm’s fierce pace,
In whispers soft, the raindrops play,
A gentle symphony in gray.

Colors bloom in the sky’s descent,
A myriad hues, in droplets sent,
The canopy shields the tender heart,
From winds that blow, and clouds that part.

In solitude or shared delight,
The umbrella guards through day and night,
A quiet friend in the storm’s refrain,
A steadfast shield in gentle rain.

With every step, a world anew,
In rain’s embrace, our spirits grew,
The umbrella holds our dreams in sight,
Guiding us through the stormy night.