Raining Umbrellas
It is raining umbrellas,
In the roof decoration,
In the sky protection,
Of Aaliya's coffee and
Bookshop of Beirut.
Every sun or raindrop,
Every cup of coffee,
Comes with,
Its own umbrella,
To protect you,
Above you,
As you sip,
On its terrace.
Only umbrellas,
Don't work,
Against bullets,
Otherwise everyone,
In Beirut,
Would be walking,
Through the streets,
With beautiful,
Bulletproof,
Silk umbrellas.