Rainy day

Today all I see is grey
my house, my room,
the clouds, the sun,
myself.

Today is a rainy day
I'm glad I have my red umbrella
The only not-grey thing I'm seeing
It protects me, so I'm counting on it

That's when an old lady crosses the street
Everyone could notice she was tired
Yet, she smiles at me
"Good morning" - she gladly says.

That sweet old lady kept on her way
And I can tell she wasn't grey.
She was vivid, full of stories to tell
Her kindness made my umbrella weird

It was raining,
And I had my red umbrella
But it couldn't stop the rain
From falling all over my face.