I enjoy looking at art that incorporates umbrellas and people hurrying along, going somewhere.
Or of furtive efforts to avoid the rain and wind on a dark evening near a Tokyo bridge.
I don't use an umbrella myself any longer -- I just pull up the hood of my rain jacket. If I lived in a city instead of in the country, I would enjoy sitting at a window on a rainy street, watching people with umbrellas.
Naughty French girls stepping out of naughty French magazines.
The working girl.
The elegant woman in velvet.
Masses of umbrellas heading for sales I wouldn't be caught dead at.