Umbrella

I am that water 

On your umbrella 

That enjoys ephemeral 

Nearness of yours, 

Wishing to penetrate 

The cloth 

To touch your contour, 

But never gets opportunity. 

Incessantly I drop myself, 

Hoping serendipity will develop 

Holes on your umbrella someday 

And I can touch you 

To give you a plethora of unique love.