Umbrellas In The Rain Poem by Ernestine Northover

Umbrellas, that hide you from the world. Umbrellas, privacy, as the rain beats a peaceful tune above you. Until you wrote this, who would have thought, Umbrellas could provide a sanctuary from the frantic world around you. This is so thought provoking, I could go on forever. However, I shall resist the temtation, and say to you...as always, you write so well. With great respect. Nickoli

You're probably right, Ernestine, rain and umbrellas conjure up mystery and loneliness to me.

I really like this one Ernestine. I know I enjoy 'hiding' underneath an umbrella when it's raining. It's sort of nice when you can just pull it way down and know nobody can see your face at all.......no concern for what you look like, how your expressions seem....just walk and ignore the world. Very nice poem. Sincerely, Mary

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I enjoyed reading this poem it has a lovely sound to it

I love the symbolism you used of the rain being Hitler and the bodies of people being Jews! [3 well done!

We've been dancing with rainbow umbrellas this week, which is why I had to visit this one. And am so glad I did. What an enchanting poem - and such a unique approach to a familiar subject (in your country especially he he) - the mystery of those hidden beneath the forest of rain blockers. Lovely read. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Lets through away our umbrellas and laugh at each over as we realise that we can cope much better than we thought without them.Great write Love Duncan