Waiting for the rain to come.

She was a flower seed that never had the chance to grow.
She knew her turn would come, but she waited in vain for the rain to fall.
All she wanted was to be washed with clean water, free from old soil and compost.
She wanted to grow tall, the way she ought to be.

She waited in fragile desperation for the little droplets of water to make their way from the cloudless skies.
The chains that were holding her into the earth were beginning to deteriorate; she was starting to lose her strength.

She longed for happiness that came with the sun.

But today gravity released her.
Today she felt freedom touch her crimson petals.
First they were soft gentle tears from the heavens, then gushes of overwhelming weeping from the forces of nature.

“When it rains it pours,” her mother used to say...

And she learned that to flourish, she had to open her eyes and then her heart.
She loved again.
She loved herself.
She became whole.

She knew she’d always be, a Rose.