“The mind is like an umbrella. It’s most useful when open.” —Walter Gropius

Won’t flip inside-out in a gust
Nor flap like a gull in a gale
Impassively as iron rusts
The stoic umbrella prevails

Let a smile be your umbrella, and you’ll end up with a face full of rain.

—George Carlin

Intergalactic waterfalls
Evil eyes in nebulous mists
Hard rain pelting like cannonballs
The stoic umbrella resists

When a storm of harassment disturbs our thinking and brings us down to our knees, the umbrella of our imagination can shield us against destructive aggression.

—Erik Pevernagie

Toward meta-high frequency bands
Upstanding umbrellas incline
Cool umbras blossom where they land
Inviting illumination

See, here’s a shadow found; the human nature Is made th’ umbrella to the Deity, To catch the sunbeams of thy just Creator; Beneath this covert thou may’st safely lie.

—Francis Quarles

As parachutes soften landings
Suspended yet on strings unseen
So, too, the stoic canopies
Absorb hard knocks uncomplaining

Love me. Love my umbrella.

—James Joyce