Umbrella- the

 He held the umbrella above his warm head- the sun peeked through as he was barely able to steady it

The colors were striking to him and it almost seemed he was in a tent- like no one could see him

If it rained- would he hear the raindrops ping against it’s  taunt material 

Would a big breeze swish it’s metal sticks upside down- like he’d seen in a cartoon once

What a big boy he was- holding the huge shelter high above his head 

He would surely remember this day