Through the Storm

The rain falls softly from the sky, and caresses your silky skin. I look up to catch sight of its decent, and a drop hits me right in the eye. You stand there so quiet and fragile, oblivious to what transpires around. Each drop causes you to shake, yet you don't break with endurance all the while. The wind picks up with shortened gusts, and the rain falls harder beating down. The clouds grow darker with every moment, and the mood now bleak, I must adjust. Swirling and dancing the rain now acts with malice and fury at nature's will. You remain strong and sway unsteady, with endearing resilience of honorable tact. The sky become lighter as the clouds move on, as a light mist hovers with a rainbow aside. Though we are soaked with natural rain, survival you've accomplished with life foregone. Now I look down at your singular grace, as a ray of light hits your petals just right. Upon one such petal a droplet remains, magnifying your already dark red face. I reach for your petal satin with touch, thankful you're alive for my viewing pleasure. Though only a flower your legacy prevails, knowledge of love and beauty through nature's own crutch. If such a small and innocent flower, could withstand such a test, all who are worthy and open in mind, can yield to love and forget about power. Written November 6th, 2001 © on Nov 06 2001 03:32 PM PST   17 • 0 • 12