Under these Umbrellas

It is Friday, March the 2nd, 2007.
Weather: Gloomy
It has been pouring continuously for the entire day,
and I have been walking from one place to another under my black umbrella.
I used to have a cute polka dot umbrella,
But it broke because the wind was too strong, that it could no longer stand.
With the umbrella above me, rather, covering me, I could not really see any faces, just the lower part of bodies.
When I finally got closer, I took a glance of the stranger’s face,
And then continue on with my journey.
I wonder who will be the next person that I will meet,
Under these umbrellas.