Flowers and Rain

And the rain kisses the parched lips of flowers,
With it a new, unsung story begins.
It happens beyond the prying human eyes,
Where love is pure and untouched,
Enclosed in the gold of flowers,
And honey filled bosoms of buds.
Here the rain slowly touches the petals
And branches sway hesitatingly,
The flowers wink and nod mischievously
And little bee drinks the nectar of love.

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