Like a flower in the rain.
It suffers the pain
Of downpour.
Its petals become sore.
Feels like it needs no more.
But soon, the sun arises.
The flowers' soil is moistened.
The flower gains strength.
It grows.
The flower blooms.
It just assumed
Its future.
But its colors surfaced.
It was beautiful.
Colorful, just wonderful.
