Umbrella

He left his house, rubber hat and coat in hand, driving to see Chloe. He arrived at her house soaked with heavens' excretion. To which he said to her "little damp" as she laughed and grabbed her umbrella, they descended out into a sea of wet dictatorship, with the one intent regime striking down upon them. All alone with the clear soldiers of misfortune. He and Chloe, fought the fight with but one weapon, an umbrella, holding of fiends and villains of mist and moisture, like a shield sent from the gods themselves, Depressing nature trying to ruin another joyous night.