In the gentle dance of the falling rain,The umbrella opens with a graceful flair.A canopy of dreams it does attain,Shielding hearts from the sky’s despair.Beneath its arch, a world of our own,Where whispers of raindrops serenade.The umbrella, a kingdom overthrown,By nature’s symphony, softly played.Colors bloom against the graying sky,A kaleidoscope of hues in the storm.Underneath, we wander and comply,To the umbrella’s protective form.In the storm’s embrace, we find our peace,With every drop, a memory unfurls.The umbrella, a symbol of quiet release,In its shadow, a universe swirls.