This lovely blooming mornin’,
Then in a flash it started pourin’
Across the area, rain came through
Like a quiet, invisible flu
Stare out onto the courtyard tree
Wish for sun, turns into a plea
White pedals fall to the ground,
Wet and naked, without a sound
Branch let loose the delicate
Like a lie, reluctant to admit
Strong will survive, multiply
For its summer dress to apply
Oh no, the rain washed away those beautiful white petals! The spring flowers are so fleeting, which I guess is part of what makes them so pretty.
ReplyDeleteIt's the rain. :( I think I'm melting.
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