The Magenta Umbrella ...

Bedazzled, she cloaked the sun,
And glee came down in many a bead;
As we soaked, the colours did run,
Wants off, solely left was the need.

That magenta umbrella you carry,
We kept it from being drenched;
We were in a hurry to tarry,
Ours hands held, unblenched.

The squish of my arm round you,
And your curling about me,
In the cold, warmth came through,
My smile educed by your giggle spree.

I do wonder if it was just a dream,
But, how could it have been?
You were everything you seem,
Bettering all I did ever imagine.