The air around thickened due to the rains. The sudden shift was felt by all the sensitive souls at play. The cheekiest of the soul enjoyed the wetness and called out to the others asking them to continue frolic in the rain. Some refused. Some accepted. Most could not make up their minds. Souls also had a mind of their own, you see?
They were fascinated to see these circular tops floating in the air. Some colorful and a lot of them black. Lace, frills, dots, patterns. Rain seemed to dance on these tops. The cheeky soul went to the body that was once its own and tried figuring out the circular top. Nostalgia hit it. But the body seemed to be strangely unfamiliar. The soul forgot about the reason it slipped into the body. The body felt it was soulful. Was it the body or the mind or the other arm? Soul felt the presence of company.
Funnily enough, body felt lighter despite the souls. Souls lived happily ever after despite the little voice. Little voice began to fade to give way to silence despite the howling dogs.
The souls thought, what beautiful things the umbrellas were.
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