When a gloomy day comes upon us

The world closes its windows firmly shut

Dull, thundering clouds roam around our families

Rain drops plunge towards the hills and mountains

Trees jumble together, protecting each other from the storm

Thoughts of sadness travel through the cold, crisp air

Yet, when a small hint of sunshine peaks through the clouds

The rain breaks off and humanity finds there is a reward for such sorrow

There, in their gardens and lawns, stand dozens of flowers

Growing higher, higher, and higher still

Blooming into something only people with pleasant souls can describe as

Beauty.