Under a Umbrella
The gray cloud floats in the sky, like a grey hippopotamus,
The rain has banished all passers-by from streets.
Only I walk under a umbrella,
on which there are cheerful flowers.
The unknown artist has designed them with bright colors.
Red roses and poppies, dark blue irises and white lilies
have blossomed on silk of the umbrella over my head.
Ah! What a sad, offended street!
Its sidewalk shines from fresh tears.
There is nobody at the bus stop;
only a stray dog drinks from a pool of rainwater.
The rain continues.
The cold, grey rain has banished people from street.
Only I walk under a umbrella,
and flowers blossom above my head!
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