Beneath the tapestry of gray and silver,
An umbrella whispers secrets to the rain.
Shelter from the tears of the sky,
A canopy of solace in the storm’s domain.

In the dance of droplets, gentle and true,
It sways to the rhythm of nature’s song.
Holding stories in its fabric folds,
Of wanderers who’ve weathered long.

The colors bloom against the muted clouds,
A beacon in the tempest’s embrace.
Shielding dreams from the wind’s fierce howl,
It stands as a guardian, offering grace.

As the storm retreats to distant lands,
The umbrella closes with a tender sigh.
A silent witness to the sky’s lament,
Until the next time raindrops fly.