Ode to my Umbrella

It was just two days ago when my beautiful blue umbrella went missing from the umbrella rack at school. I had just finished work for the day. I changed my shoes, punched out my button and stepped outside. Of course, it was pouring down. It looked bleak. I went to the spot where I had put my umbrella in the morning. It wasn't there. That's okay, I thought, sometimes they get moved to a different spot in the rack. So, I began to search through all the other umbrellas for my blue one with the silver handle. Again, not there. No, way. I couldn't believe it. Nobody would steal my baby. I searched again and finally the truth set in; it was gone. I looked out at the rain. There was no way I could make it home without getting totally soaked and perhaps drowning in a puddle. I must have had a worried look on my face because one of the teachers who was just coming in from the rain asked me what happened. I told him my dreadful situation. And then, a ray of sunlight shone as he offered to let me borrow his umbrella because he had come by car. "Really?" I said. And moments later I was walking home happily under a borrowed umbrella.
.....days later, there is no sign of my little blue umbrella. "Little blue" this post is for you.