Holding A Cocktail Umbrella...

The music had been a capella,
And she was dancing to it,
Holding a cocktail umbrella,
The vista occasionally lit.

'Why that unusual prop?'
I wondered as I watched,
Till a straggling drop,
Saw my attention scotched.

Stars were getting effaced,
A dark dollop blotted the sky,
The moon successfully chased,
The cloud had really been spry.

Then, I turned to her,
Her dance more febrile,
She was moving in a blur,
And this lasted for a while.

Whether it was big or small,
She was seeking to know
Where the next drop would fall;

She danced not for us around,
And had begun to slow,
As she shielded the dry ground.

Once it poured,
Her show did end;
She'd been outscored,
Her territory,
         she couldn't defend.

Such is life,
It tells you what's in store;
If you opt to stand in strife,
It simply begins to pour.