Umbrella by Angie Spadafora

The sky is stained with a dimmed glow

Mist in the air, humidity aware

Drops of rain falls down her face,

Together with her tears developed.

She faces the thunderous world with few moments of sunshine,

From the time she spends undercover

Sheltered from an umbrella,

Held over her head by the one who clears the weather

Takes away her pain,

Under a dome of cloth.

Protected from the tempest.

The rain slides off the edge

The thunder goes away

No need to worry anymore,

Her umbrella saves her day.