I love umbrellas.
If I lived in London I would have an umbrella of my own who would be my best friend. We would go everywhere together.
The advantages of umbrellas are many and valuable, and often overlooked. Let me tell you the ways.
They are whimsical and useful, which can not be said of everything. Even the somber black ones have a whimsical elegance.
They obligingly fold very small when you want them to, or expand nicely.
They can have curved or straight handles.
They can house a sword if they wish (if you’re that kind of person and it’s that kind of umbrella) which can be very handy when you need to dash off on a sudden quest. Because you might not remember to bring your sword (depending on the suddenness of said quest) but your umbrella should always be along with you if they’re your best friend, you know.
They can be any color under the rainbow — and they frequently are (under a rainbow, I mean) due to their main occupation, so they would know all about that.
Most of all, they are kind enough to keep us dry, to lovingly shelter and protect us from rain.
Are not umbrellas the best and most loyal of friends? With an umbrella at our side, I believe we can face anything. (Or at least a rainstorm.)
Adventures With Inanimate Objects, #2. (See On Pillows and Their Sleeping Habits for the first. )
[This has indeed been a random post on the subject of umbrellas from yours truly, a writer who, living in Texas, does not often have cause to laud umbrellas but has recently found a use for them due to all that rain you may have heard about in relation to all that dead internet that’s been going around for a month or so…]
[Speaking of which, this is also to inform you loyal readers to count said writer as dead to the world of Internet for the time being because it is gone and will not return till we-know-not hence I will be absent. But that would be a sad subject of a post so you get umbrellas too. ^_^ ❤ you all and I will see you when I see you!]