The girl in white, holding the blue umbrella, walked along looking quite pretty
She walked tall, her head held high; oh! very sweet and yet a bit snooty
From the heavens, the rain came pouring, driving everyone to the cover
Opening the umbrella, she stepped into the street, she didn't belong in the corner
As she trotted along, nose in the air, a strong gust of wind came rushing down
The powerful gale turned the umbrella inside out, making it look like a large crown
Away from the corners, nowhere to hide, under the downpour the girl was now stuck
Her attire all wet, water dripping down her hair, she ran in, cursing her luck..
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