The rain finds me warm

Swaddled in the shelter of gallant hopes

Bright like the light of sweet-scented petals

Sprouting subtle arrays of pearl

Hoping to blossom in Fuschia

But it beats on my back, and I am spent

Tormented by tirades and a mounting storm

Thoughts unsettled and visions worn

A crippling tightness where once air flowed

Once impregnated and bursting with flora

Once dazzling in the brightness of dainty skies

Showers pummeling my beaten soul

Scattered torrents of fragrant petals

Flung by howling winds, searching for a home

Strung like a feeble filament of what was

Dangling like a broken stem

From a once vibrant bouquet

Sweet perfume drowned by the stillness of rain

Beating on shattered buds of emotion

Tired, tattered, and torn

Praying for freedom to blossom

Longing for a sacred space to bloom.