You say you love rain, but you use an umbrella to walk under it. You say you love sun, but you seek shelter when it is shining. You say you love wind, but when it comes you close your windows. So that's why I'm scared when you say you love me.
A banker is a fellow who lends you his umbrella when the sun is shining, but wants it back the minute it begins to rain.
Let a smile be your umbrella, and you'll end up with a face full of rain.
A joke was not a single-use item but something you brought out again and again until it fell apart in your hand like a cheap umbrella.
A bank is a place where they lend you an umbrella in fair weather and ask for it back when it begins to rain.
She craved a presence beside her, solid. Fingertips light at the nape of her neck and a voice meeting hers in the dark. Someone who would wait with an umbrella to walk her home in the rain, and smile like sunshine when he saw her coming. Who would dance with her on her balcony, keep his promises and know her secrets, and make a tiny world wherever he was, with just her and his arms and his whisper and her trust.
He was so benevolent, so merciful a man that he would have held an umbrella over a duck in a shower of rain.