My Little Umbrella Flew Away Poem by Luana Del Lobo

It's raining
The water falls like
A million clear and bright pearls
Joined together
Like countless chains, free ones...

It reminds me
When I was younger
And the wind was grinding
With its fuming melody
And I was holding my white umbrella
So tight... It seemed it wanted to run away
I remember the smell of the wet things
It embraced me warmly
Like I had never been...

It's different now
My little umbrella flew
Like many things did...
One thing was sure:
There's a certain time
Where you can't be hugged no more
You must do it to others
Or you simply let yourself go...