She has been used to carrying her own umbrella, grabbing it tightly as life poured obligations, duties and stress on her head. She has fought against the wind trying to pull the handle out of her hands. She has always been the one responsible for it. The one shielding her world from sinking. But now she has a companion. Someone she can call a partner. Someone that will share her umbrella, stand with her under it. Together, they will keep each other dry and make sure that the weight is a mutual issue. The burden is now split in two, the feeling of safety and understanding undying. And it all seems lighter and better because what is a few drops of rain when you have your sun with you always and forever?
P.S.: The art is from Marc Allante and I absolutely adore it.