The little buds
Soon to wither
Not wanting to die pitifully
On such a sunny day
Under the scorching heat
Prayed for some rain

And it began to rain
With the still bright day
Painted a beautiful picture

Drizzles tickled each of the bud
Teased to flaunt their beauty
It rained gently
Enough to water the land
Make the flowers bloom
To a magnanimous sight

Thought it was just a soft pour
For a brief moment
Of joy...
Of fulfillment...
So they prayed for the rain
To stay for a while more

And so the rain did stay
But then never leave
For a long time

Just like of a storm
Each of its drop
Now hurts the flowers
Heavy fall tears them apart
Every time the rain
Touches the land
Flowers got more drenched
Soon they will drown
And get washed away

Yet they smile
One by one
As they face their end
They glint a smile