The Umbrella's Promise

When raindrops dance upon the ground,

And winds howl with an eerie sound,

The umbrella rises to the call,

A promise to protect us all.

With open arms it stands so tall,

A shield against the storm's great brawl,

Its canopy, a safe retreat,

From nature's wrathful, wet defeat.

The pitter-patter on its skin,

A lullaby that draws us in,

To the refuge that it provides,

As we brave the tempest's tides.

And when the storm has passed us by,

The umbrella folds, and we say goodbye,

But its promise lingers on,

To keep us safe until the dawn.

So let us not forget its worth,

This humble tool that guards our mirth,

For in its shelter, we can be,

Safe from the storm, wild and free.