One day it rained
One Day it Rained
One day it rained.
.
The droplets clung and crawled
Dripping crystal balls
Foretelling futures of sunshine
Or cloudy premonitions
Depending which way she looked
.
She peered closer
Discovered each gem held its own story
A rushing river
An onyx ocean
A pristine glacier
A perfect storm
.
All now reimagined, reborn
As tiny pearls upon her form
.
Some looked like frost
Stalled as fat white hares
Daunted by her scheme of pink
Unable to move on her curves
Others ran happy as children down hills
Sliding down her petals
To reach the stem
Fun fireman’s pole
Race to the bottom….
.
Some crowned her as tiaras
Glittered her cusp
Everest mountaineers
Others dangled
Feeble babies of glass spiders
.
All things considered
She chose to wear the rain
As nourishment not punishment
Decided she would grow.
I took this photo myself this morning. I am very pleased with the way it captures the beauty of the tulip and also the various forms of rain.
I saw it outside, this glorious flower with her two little sisters and had to get closer to her glitter.
I went out in my dressing gown, squatted down beside her and marvelled at the differences in each tiny rain drop and the way the light hit it.
Beautiful things are out there waiting to be found every single day.
Notice.