The dark and dismal sky
Shadowed over the little flower.
It was grim. It was wry.
The grey clouds formed a veil
Over the bright sun's smile
Droplets plummet into the wet mud,
Falling from the sky and crashing on the leafs
Smashing all the hopes
Washing off the beliefs
She tried to stay strong
But the rain proved her wrong
Her dreams began to shatter
She was about to die
Slowly the drums of water
Turned into tiny pitter-patters
The nimble flower gained her fortitude
She rose up high
And bloomed with gratitude
The dark clouds faded away
And suddenly she felt the warmth
Of the sun's ray
And little did she know
The grotesque storm was embraced
By a magisterial rainbow.
