Rainy days and Bright Parades   Seas of black umbrellas move along the Sidewalks. I with my own, but only mine is a shiny pink. I walk along the street with Not a care in the world. Rainy days and bright parades come to Mind. The clowns juggle, The band plays a tune. I see them clearly, As I close my umbrella. The rain drenches me cold to the bone. I dance and spin, as wide eyes Gaze upon me. Is she crazy they wonder, Those people with their dull Umbrellas. Why can't they see that rainy days Lead to Bright Parades?