Vert Overture

Gentle rain on a slick street,
shattering puddled mirrors with a
delicate precision,
countless drops course the heavens,
landing with insistent folly.
Solitary, placed by chance,
a flower embraces each drop that
passes within its reach.
Reveling under the shower, dancing
with the passing of the breeze –
a soft sway that hypnotizes the eye –
the flower drinks deeply
the fresh water soaking to the roots,
nourishment, contentment, life entirely.
As the clouds pass on
shadowing away across the dark sky,
the flower hums with delight,
crying tears of rain down its thorny stem,
and for a time remembers the taste
and feel of the damp ground,
and hopes the storm will pass by
again someday soon.

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