Umbrella, Umbrella Poem by Alexander Foald

There’s an umbrella under the falling rain
It’s spinning around, throwing water off its surface
While two white skinny legs walking amble on the ground
Leaving little footprints deep down in the dirt

The grey clouds hanging tirelessly up in the sky peak
The feeling of being down by one heart-breaking love
The endless voyage beyond the stream of consciousness
A fine journey of looking for a place to harbor one’s care

The umbrella walks down into a sidewalk
Crowded by hundreds of virtual umbrellas,
Filled with drenched thoughts and feelings,
Two skinny legs walking past and off the rain

Mournful weather gathering at the corner of the sky
A man leaning his back against the wall of his heart
Rainy days going on as long as forever can go
Waiting for the umbrella to spin around again