The blue-grey flower started to weep.
The blacken sky hung heavy over the plant.
Threaten the flower the sky did.
It’s kindred smell filled the air with pure sweetness.
The air and smell of the flower swings between me and my clean dress. I can smell that fragrance, that warmed my heart, but also chilled it. It starts to rain, heavy, heavy. When thunder rumbled and lightning struck, the worse the flower weeped, seemed to weep harder, than ever. The storm passed and the flower seemed to smile brightly up at the sky.