The umbrellas

Hahaha... a silly scribble this time...

i realize throughout my post i have not been expressing things in my head lately. That is because i don't have much time in life... haha... and I'm turning very secretive recently to the point of not saying anything.

Anyway, here's a new story... i don't call it a short story nor could i name it a poem (even though it is written in stanzas). Perhaps, it's a song? Well, call it anything you like and enjoy reading. Perhaps i have been reading too much shoujo manga lately... my mind is quite occupied with a little bit of romance... hihihi...

The umbrellas

The colour of the sky changes
The world’s sign to the ignorant human beings
The air smelt wet
Yep, soon people are going to need the umbrellas

Just now I saw you stand over there
Completely alone among the waves of people
The lightening showed itself
Yet, as clueless as the crowds you stood still

I took my blue umbrella out
With a slight guiltiness as I pulled it over my head
Though how big the umbrella was
It wouldn’t shelter me if you were left unsheltered

Hey, won’t you share this umbrella with me?
You will get wet all over like this
But, there’s not a little bit of confidence
In this pitiful self, just to say that aloud

I heard that knights had their swords
To come to the princess’ aid
I wonder if it would be nice to be a knight sometimes
But, in my hand was just a timid blue umbrella

The thunder roared mercilessly this time
And a middle-aged man jumped an inch up in the air
My heart ached as I saw
The flimsy distress on your face

Hey, won’t you share this umbrella with me?
You will get wet all over like this
But, before the cold rain started to fall
Reaching into your bag, you pulled a cute pink umbrella out

I heard that knights had their swords
To come to the princess’ aid
I thought it was nice to be a knight once in a while
But, in my hand was only a silly blue umbrella

Nothing can be done, can’t it?
I just missed my chance
What a great knight of umbrellas I was
Well, at least you won’t get drenched by the rain, right?

But then you turned and smiled at me
Slipping your warm hands in mine
We walked together in blue and pink umbrellas
I guess, only our clasping hand would get drenched this way…