They are the only ones that can keep me dry.  I am the only one that uses them. Six colorful umbrellas with polka dot covers and long edged sticks. Six who bring out the smile in me. Six humorous umbrellas used in the great state of Wisconsin. When it rains, we can hear the drops, hitting the edge of the umbrella as we walk through puddles. 

Their curiosity is among us. They give us warmth when the water hits. They go up by the strength we give them as we lock them into place as we start walking. This is the way they treat us. 

When we use them, they break like cars crashing into them like pencils hitting the floor. Drip. drip, drip, it goes when I am awake. They break.

It rained harder and harder as it keeps me away from playing. I use them to shield myself from getting wet. When they are all being used I let them all be. Six bright umbrellas. Six who give me the courage to keep ongoing. Six who I will keep forever and ever, so let it be.