Umbrella Man

It’s pouring rain on the streets
We have an umbrella
Big enough for both of us
She doesn’t like rain
Yet she is standing in it
Asking the nature
To whip her
As she has sinned
Of having a heart
In this hollowness around her
I see her, from a distance
We have an umbrella
But none of us wants it
Until she decides to come under it
Her pain is the dagger she have now
And dutifully
She stabs her heart once
And once mine.