The Red Umbrella

I can only imagine that an umbrella's life is a lonely one. There can be long stretches of time when it's not even thought of let alone used.

On the occasion that it is needed it often sits alone at home or in the car or wherever it's stored having just been an afterthought.

When it is called upon, it moves briskly from one location to another rarely having enough time to enjoy it's purpose. It's only reprieve is the brief hangout with it's fellow umbrellas as they dry off in a secluded corner.

And probably the worse situation is when it's carelessly left behind, abandoned, forgotten.

But in the end, the Red Umbrella serves unconditionally.