Swaying in a field,
petals softer than clouds. Surrounded by grass,Yet, alone in a crowd I cannot move, for I am planted
in the ground. Not another flower in sight,
not one to be found. The sunsets down on the small flower,
whispers goodbye. & they wait for April's showers, underneath
a cool March sky.

LET THE RAIN DRIP DOWN YOUR FACE,
BUT OPEN YOUR MOUTH
AND SALT YOU WILL
TASTE, BECAUSE
COMING FROM YOUR
EYES IS NOT RAIN,
BUT TEARS.
THE SOUND OF
THUNDER WILL
FILL YOUR EARS
SO, LET EVERYTHING
OUT. The love, regret
AND PAIN; BECAUSE
NO ONE CAN SEE
A FLOWER CRY
IN THE RAIN.