Umbrella

The sky began to cry,

And reluctantly I

Take out my umbrella.

The droplets of rain feel bitter sweet,

The wet, squishy grass beneath my feet

The rain tastes of cold vanilla.

The world around me seems to freeze,

And surrounding me is just a breeze

Suddenly I feel like Cinderella.

Outside, just tranquility and peace,

Unnecessary thoughts begin to cease

As I lay with my umbrella.

All there’s left is simply laughter,

Drop by drop, after and after

I no longer need my umbrella.