Quiet As Rain (Poetry)

We must look odd from up above —
umbrellas bobbing on the flood
those flower shapes describe us all
and colour bold the big and small

The current takes us down the street
where swirling city waters meet
while underneath each carapace
there cowers a storm-frightened face

Such frail protection patterned/plain
against chill bullets quiet as rain
the rivers rise, the heavens frown
a few stay dry, the fated drown