3The rain pours down,
a flower wilts.
The icy streams continue,
not caring what they smash.
A shadowy figure comes forward,
an umbrella balanced in one hand.
"Don't droop,"
a person whispers softly.
The rain shows no sign of stopping,
it'd like to stay and rest a while.
A small, dainty bloom lets itself dry,
for a caring hand covers the sky.