The flower slouches, wilting.
Bruised and used and worn.
It's always raining, isn't it?
It's gloomy and cold.
The petals are constantly glistening,
stained with raindrops that keeps pouring.
It keeps pouring.
What little sunshine that glows,
doesn't stay for too long
for it keeps pouring.
It's been over two years now.
It keeps pouring.

-m.b