Tears from heaven,

Chilled and rounded,

Fall on petals fair.



Flower lonely,

Wrapped in leaves,

Begs the rain to desist.



But the clouds roll and boil,

Stretch and grow,

And tears fall soundlessly

Down.



Flower lonely

Remembers sunlight,

And its warm, gentle rays.



Pitter, Patter,

And wind begins to blow.

Tears become liquid daggers,

To pierce petals fair.



Flower lonely,

Shivers in the cold,

The tears, now so angry they fall.



Sunlight frantically calls out,

Seeking flower lonely,

But clouds push out further,

To block sunlight out.



But as the tear-daggers pierce,

So can the sun,

And with a scimitar of light,

Rips clouds apart.



As tears fade,

And warmth returns,

Flower lonely

Spreads its leaves out,

Content again

In the sun.