Rain's Embrace of Blossoms

The Beauty of Rain Falling Upon Flowers The sky leans low with silver breath, soft whispers gathering

on the edge of dusk. A hush settles over the garden— petals waiting, still as held hands.

Then comes the rain: first a trembling note, then a chorus of cool pearls

descending through the quiet air. Each drop finds a bloom, a shy rose lifting

its face, a lily catching light in its curved palm, violets trembling

like tiny lanterns in the wind. And in that meeting, water and blossom. the world remembers

how gentle it can be. Colors deepen, the earth exhales, and the flowers

glow as though touched by a language older than sunlight. Beauty lives there,