I stand tall on the sand,
my colors are bright and grand.
I shield you while you nap,
from sunlight’s hot trap.
What am I?

I rise near the sea,
keeping shade for thee.
Families sit below,
while the ocean winds blow.
What am I?

My feet dig in sand,
I stretch out my hand.
A picnic I defend,
till the day’s hot end.
What am I?

I bloom like a flower,
in the seaside hour.
I block heat above,
while kids play and shove.
What am I?

I guard the cool drink,
when the sun tries to blink.
On sandy land I stay,
to keep burns away.
What am I?

Waves crash nearby,
the seagulls fly.
But under my shade,
restful plans are made.
What am I?

Bright stripes I wear,
to shield from glare.
On beaches I stay,
to cool your day.
What am I?

Children build castles,
without heat hassles.
I stand strong and tall,
giving shade to all.
What am I?

I am planted, not grown,
but my cover is shown.
At seaside retreat,
I give shade neat.
What am I?

I do not swim,
yet I stand by the rim.
When the beach gets too hot,
I cool your spot.
What am I?

I am not real,
yet I follow you still.
Made when light bends,
I shade till it ends.
What am I?

I move as you move,
with no solid proof.
In dark I hide,
in light I glide.
What am I?

I grow tall or small,
with the sun’s call.
I am black yet kind,
a cool friend you find.
What am I?

No cloth, no pole,
yet I play my role.
Beside or behind,
I shade your mind.
What am I?

I vanish at night,
but return with light.
Silent and free,
I copy thee.
What am I?

You cannot hold me,
yet I guard thee.
A dark twin near,
always here.
What am I?

I am born from light,
yet I hide it from sight.
I stretch on ground,
without a sound.
What am I?

A silent guard,
always on guard.
From morning till fall,
I follow all.
What am I?

Thin as a sheet,
I copy your feet.
No words I say,
but near I stay.
What am I?

am light’s twin,
yet dark as sin.
You can’t shake me,
till night sets free.
What am I?

I bloom when it rains,
to spare your pains.
Held in your hand,
I guard as planned.
What am I?

Raindrops fall,
but I cover all.
I fold away small,
but open tall.
What am I?

I am a shield,
on wet streets I yield.
With fabric wide,
I keep you dry inside.
What am I?

Storms I fight,
with all my might.
Though the wind may bend,
I still defend.
What am I?

I travel in bags,
folded in rags.
But when skies cry,
I open wide.
What am I?

Drops fall fast,
but I outlast.
Above your head,
a dry path I spread.
What am I?

A rainy friend,
on me you depend.
Without me, you’re wet,
a fact you won’t forget.
What am I?

I rise above heads,
as rain widely spreads.
With colors bright,
I’m a joyful sight.
What am I?

I close with a snap,
fit in your lap.
But open again,
to fight the rain.
What am I?

The sky may pour,
but I guard your core.
I am light to hold,
and strong when bold.
What am I?

I am painted with care,
a design to share.
I shade in the sun,
but rain I shun.
What am I?

I add charm to a dance,
and beauty at a glance.
Delicate and bright,
I’m a paper delight.
What am I?

I am fragile and thin,
decorative within.
A festive friend,
with style to lend.
What am I?

From Asia I came,
with a cultural name.
Artful and light,
a colorful sight.
What am I?

I am used in parades,
and in calm shades.
With painted design,
I look divine.
What am I?

You may see me twirl,
in the hands of a girl.
Light as air,
with beauty rare.
What am I?

Tiny or tall,
I add charm to all.
At weddings I shine,
with painted design.
What am I?

Cocktails I crown,
with colors around.
Small yet neat,
a party treat.
What am I?

Dancers adore,
to hold me in chore.
Paper and glue,
I’m lovely to view.
What am I?

I sit in the yard,
standing strong and hard.
Wide as a tree,
I shade family.
What am I?

I open with ease,
to block sunny tease.
In gardens I rest,
to give shade best.
What am I?

I am big and round,
fixed to the ground.
Tables I crown,
as sun goes down.
What am I?

I fold up small,
and fit in the hall.
Rain or shine,
I’m a friend of thine.
What am I?

I travel with you,
in colors and hue.
Small but strong,
I help along.
What am I?

I’m light as a song,
but shade all day long.
Women once wore,
me at the shore.
What am I?

I am fancy and bright,
used in daylight.
For fashion I stay,
to block sun’s ray.
What am I?

I stand near the pool,
making shade cool.
Relax and dine,
under me fine.
What am I?

Folded or tall,
I can do it all.
From rain to heat,
I’m hard to beat.
What am I?

Elegant and neat,
I make shade sweet.
Carried with pride,
on a sunny stride.
What am I?

I open wide above your head,
when storm clouds start to spread.
I stop the rain from hitting you,
and keep your clothes dry too.
What am I?

I bloom like a flower in the rain,
then close when skies are bright again.
I travel in your hand all day,
to chase wet weather far away.
What am I?

I hide inside your bag so small,
but when it rains I grow tall.
With ribs that spread and cloth so wide,
I keep the raindrops off your side.
What am I?

I dance above you in a storm,
a little roof to keep you warm.
Though I am not a house or hat,
I block the rain. Imagine that.
What am I?

My arms stretch wide when clouds appear,
I stand above you without fear.
The rain may fall both fast and slow,
but I keep you dry below.
What am I?

I pop open like magic fast,
when dark gray skies are overcast.
I cover you from rain and drip,
while resting in your gentle grip.
What am I?

I look like a flower in the sky,
but rain is the reason why.
Hold my handle tight and strong,
and storms will not last long.
What am I?

I open wide above your hair,
so raindrops cannot settle there.
Though wind may try to make me fly,
I guard you as the clouds cry.
What am I?

I sleep folded in a sleeve,
until the rainy clouds believe.
Then suddenly I spread out wide,
and keep the water off your side.
What am I?

I am not a roof or tent,
but rain protection is my intent.
With metal bones and fabric top,
I make the raindrops quickly stop.
What am I?

When thunder roars and rain falls fast,
I rise above you unsurpassed.
A tiny roof that moves with you,
to keep the sky from dripping through.
What am I?

My bones stretch wide like spider thread,
while cloth spreads high above your head.
Though rain may pour from sky to ground,
I keep a dry space all around.
What am I?

I open up when clouds are gray,
then fold when sunshine comes to stay.
I ride with you from place to place,
to keep the rain off of your face.
What am I?

A walking roof is what I seem,
I stop the rain like in a dream.
Hold me tight above your head,
and dripping skies you will not dread.
What am I?

I bloom above you like a rose,
when stormy weather comes and goes.
But when the sky is bright and clear,
I close and quietly disappear.
What am I?

My handle fits inside your hand,
my top spreads wide across the land.
Rain may splash from left to right,
but I protect you day or night.
What am I?

Though I am not alive at all,
I grow tall when raindrops fall.
Then once the sun shines bright again,
I shrink and hide away till then.
What am I?

My ribs spread out like bird wings wide,
while you walk safely underneath my side.
Rain taps softly on my skin,
but none can reach the space within.
What am I?

I pop open in a second flat,
and form a roof above your hat.
When storm clouds cry and showers fall,
I help you walk through it all.
What am I?

Rain taps gently on my head,
while dry ground walks where you tread.
I stretch wide to guard your way,
until the clouds drift far away.
What am I?

I travel with you on rainy days,
above your head I gently stay.
I block the drops that fall from sky,
and keep you dry as you walk by.
What am I?

I open wide like a giant flower,
when rain begins to fall and shower.
I close again when skies turn blue,
and wait for clouds to come back too.
What am I?

I have ribs but I cannot eat,
I stand above you in the street.
Raindrops drum upon my head,
while you walk dry instead.
What am I?

Small when closed and big when spread,
I hover high above your head.
Rain may fall both loud and fast,
but I help storms quickly pass.
What am I?

I bloom like a flower in the rain,
then quietly fold up again.
Carry me when clouds appear,
and storms will not bring you fear.
What am I?

When raindrops fall from clouds so gray,
I spread above you on your way.
A tiny roof that you can hold,
to keep the storm outside the fold.
What am I?

My metal bones stretch far and wide,
with fabric resting on top side.
Though rain may pour both day and night,
I keep you dry beneath my height.
What am I?

I hide away when skies are bright,
but come alive in rainy light.
Hold my handle firm and tight,
and storms will not ruin your sight.
What am I?

A walking roof is what I seem,
I guard you from the rainy stream.
Though clouds may cry up in the sky,
no drops will land as you walk by.
What am I?

When thunder comes and showers fall,
I quickly rise above it all.
I make a shelter small but wide,
so you can walk with sunny pride.
What am I?

I spin open with just a flick,
and guard you fast and very quick.
Rain taps gently overhead,
while dry steps move where you tread.
What am I?

I am not a roof you build,
but still the same small job is filled.
I keep the rain from soaking you,
while storms drift slowly out of view.
What am I?

I stretch above your head so wide,
while raindrops slip and gently slide.
Though storms may dance across the town,
not one wet drop will trickle down.
What am I?

Folded small inside your bag,
I wait until the rain clouds drag.
Then suddenly I spread with grace,
to keep dry space around your face.
What am I?

A flower made of cloth and bone,
I bloom when rain is overthrown.
Hold me high above your way,
and storms will never make you stay.
What am I?

When gray clouds gather in the sky,
I open up and rise up high.
My job is simple yet so neat,
to keep the rain off hands and feet.
What am I?

I look like a mushroom tall,
that grows when raindrops start to fall.
But when the sun begins to shine,
I shrink again and wait in line.
What am I?

Raindrops tap upon my skin,
yet none can reach the space within.
You walk beneath my shady dome,
safe and dry while heading home.
What am I?

My ribs stretch wide like bird wings spread,
with cloth that covers overhead.
Though rain may pour both thick and thin,
you stay dry standing under skin.
What am I?

I pop open with a little click,
and form a roof both wide and quick.
Stormy clouds may cry all day,
but I help keep the drops away.
What am I?

I ride along inside your hand,
ready when storms begin to land.
Above your head I spread out wide,
and keep the rain off every side.
What am I?

A tiny roof you take along,
that guards you when the rain is strong.
Though skies may pour from up above,
I keep you dry with gentle love.
What am I?

I bloom above you in the rain,
then quietly fold up again.
Carry me both near and far,
your portable weather star.
What am I?

Though I cannot walk or run,
I move with you and block the sun.
Rain or shine I rise on cue,
a helpful friend that shelters you.
What am I?

My handle sits within your grip,
while raindrops slide and softly drip.
Above your head I spread out wide,
a tiny moving roof outside.
What am I?

A flower made of rainproof cloth,
that blooms when storm clouds gather forth.
Then when the sky turns bright and clear,
I fold away and disappear.
What am I?

I guard you as the sky may cry,
yet sunshine makes me say goodbye.
Small again I quietly stay,
until the rain returns one day.
What am I?

I spread my wings above your head,
while raindrops dance where clouds have led.
You walk below me safe and dry,
as stormy weather passes by.
What am I?

I grow tall when raindrops fall,
but shrink again once clouds are small.
A simple tool both light and neat,
that keeps the rain off head and feet.
What am I?

I am the roof you carry round,
that keeps the rain off from the ground.
When stormy skies begin to pour,
I open wide and guard you more.
What am I?