Summer’s drought deepens—
 
if only my umbrella
 
would unfurl again!

 
 
 

A few stray raindrops,
 
scarcely umbrella-worthy,
 
splash on my bare head.

 
 
 

With no umbrella,
 
a father and daughter walk
 
in the freezing rain.

 
 
 

Unfurled umbrella—
 
I go to post a letter
 
in the winter rain.

Hole

 
 
 

first rain of autumn—
 
a hole the size of the sun
 
in my umbrella

Umbrella

 
 
 

dusty umbrella
 
still leaning in the corner—
 
seven years of drought

Downpour

 
 
 

first summer downpour—
 
mannequins in the window
 
hoisting umbrellas

Umbrella

 
 
 

purple umbrella—
 
sheltering under its arch
 
from the winter rain

Umbrella

 
 
 

borrowed umbrella
 
still leaning in the corner—
 
fifteen years of dust