A flower in the rain, each un-blossomed petal held down by droplets of water. Cold, harsh winds forcing it against its natural direction. Will it die off or bloom? I guess it depends on its own fate. To go against the wind and learn to adapt. Gain the patience to allow the water to nurture it. Have the hope that the sun will always rise and erode and vaporize all that is too much for it. It will rain again, it always will. The little source of life knows it, it's in a constant state of survival. But when a petal dies a more mature and healthier one takes its place until the entirety of it is beautiful and luminous before it all fades to yet another seedling of life. I guess that's all life is. An un-blossomed flower. I just hope the wind isn't too harsh.
