What is it? What is it? It's something new!
Can you tell me? Or do I tell you?
I do not know what this ***** thing is,
But it brings a sense of joy and bliss.
A burst of color, a beautiful thing,
My stomach is fluttering while my heart doth sing.
On this rather rainy day,
What are these things anyway?
Falling, falling, from the sky,
So many questions, yet no reasons why.
But this little thing above my head,
Will protect me, or so they said.
Wet my little back should be,
It always seemed odd to me.
I'm all propped up upon my bench,
As I look at the grass, green and drenched.
Then I look at the burst of color, bright,
And I compare to the clouds, soaking the light.
Then I moved my little shelter amiss,
So my little face the rain could kiss.
And my little red and white polka dot
umbrella stood amid the rain and grass,
And maybe just until, the flourishing rain will pass.
Copyright © Ally Hedgecock | Year Posted 2017
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