God has unfolded His Umbrella

God   has  unfolded  His  Umbrella.

God    has  already   unfolded  His 

Well wrought   scheme   of Umbrella

For   His    chosen   and  snag less;

 Man  folds   harsh  and crude

Punching  and pricking  his  palm,

The  splash   smearing  his  face,

Puddles  as  if   to  blur  and swat

He  is  faceless, like   a cat

With   scratches  criss cross  

Its   mewing ,  looking  aslant;                                                                                                                    

God  has  unfolded  HIS  Umbrella,

Rains  ! Rains! It  splashes from the

Heavens .   Man    cannot  fold  them.