My umbrella is not very stylish. It's not one of those cool ones with the little button that makes it jet out and open in one second. Mine is a little less fancy. But it's big. There is room under here for a lot more than the instructions recommend. I would never want anybody standing in the rain. It disturbs me.
My kids and some others know that somehow, I'll have an umbrella. I hope I find out in the end that life was just about that. Providing shelter from rain or storms or when the sun is too bright. I get under umbrellas all the time. And there are some that I would rather walk in the rain than to get under. There are worse things than rain.
I love the words to the song, Umbrella. Taking an oath and sticking it out til the end. Beautiful. I can do that.
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