Faithful Brolly

Umbrella child
under torrents of rain
I see your bubble
sketching a circle
'round your bare feet.

Umbrella child
You smile in the storm,
at the drops that strike and cling
to your brolly
But you'll be soaked through if you
shift it to the left
to let water trickle off.
Even though you grin
in the rain chill
I see you shiver

And Umbrella child
you haven't looked to the left, only up
- you haven't seen the house
behind these curtains of rain.