Beneath the gray, a world unfolds,
As droplets dance on weary streets.
An umbrella, bold and daring, holds,
The whispers of the rain it meets.

A shield against the storm’s embrace,
It shelters dreams and silent fears.
Underneath its gentle grace,
We walk through puddles, past the years.

Colors bloom in muted light,
A canvas for the storm to paint.
The umbrella, steadfast in the night,
Guards our hearts without complaint.

When the sun breaks through the cloud,
And rainbows arch across the sky,
The umbrella, humble and proud,
Folds its wings, and waves goodbye.