Under a tree,
Await rain to stop.

I
See a flower
Defy rain,
Struck by drops,
Liable to die.

When I hesitate,
She falls, beheaded,
So beautifully, in
So ominous rain.
Even while falling,
She never yields.

Now, leaves fall
Above my head.

I regret.
Should’ve helped.
Here remains only
This wet, cowardly flesh.

I
See this bud
Defy rain
Even when dead.