Whispers Beneath the Umbrella

In timeless folds the rain whispers,
silver threads in twilight's loom,
sheltering echoes beneath the canopy
of forgotten skies.

Clock hands dance in sync with shadows,
their ballet known to none but the stars.
Listen—
The mantra of ages hums softly, encrypted.

Vibrations of the unseen tides,
ripple through the fabric of dreams.
Hold the umbrella,
lest the storm of silence swallow all.