My Crimson Umbrella Washed Away My Disarray
I was standing beneath a crimson umbrella last night.
The harvest moon shined, and the stars gleamed bright.
For there was the sound of pitter-patter on the ground,
the indigo of the eventide was a phenomenal sight.
O, mother nature…your raining beauty is profound.
I forgot about the day’s heartache and my deep regret.
Instead I reminisced on things I ached to never forget.
Like that night in ‘08 we needed more than an umbrella,
the rain cascaded and washed away our Summer sweat.
I can still see the dancing of my astonishing daughter Ella.
The clouds whirled in without warning nor foreboding.
It was like the drumming thunder began exploding.
I could see the grey in the sky, yet there was pulchritude,
it poured so hard all around me debris was floating.
I share splendor with nature and drown in gratitude.
So here I still stand under this umbrella of crimson.
Soon the sun shall shine like our Savior has risen.
I shall put it away for another exciting stormy day,
and yes, that falling rain I will gaze at and listen.
Thank you, God, for the disarray the rain washed away.
The Red Umbrella
Eve Roper
November 7, 2018
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2018
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