Rain comes to the rose
It soaks the ground
Penetrating to the grateful roots
Which once thirsted, are now quenched
Once hungered, are now satisfied

Raindrops caress the leaves
Along their sturdy stems
Washing clean
Rinsing away memory, regret
The water streams unharmed among the thorns
On its way to the ground

Rain comes to the rose
In a torrent of petals
Falling dreams