Ode to the Umbrella

by Brooks Smith

Oh where are you?

It is pouring out!

We really need you.

Your colorful dome protects

Us from the rain.

But you hide when we need you.

Where do you hide?

The sun is shining and you appear.

But never when it rains.

You shield us from the bullet-like rain.

But as my brother messes with you,

You turn inside out.

 © 2001 Books Smith