The 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.