The Tulips

It's raining today.

The flowers must be appreciating, you think?

What if the rain decided not to fall today

because the flowers weren't bright enough,

appreciating enough,

or it just wasn't in the mood enough.

If the rain wanted to take a sick day

or stay in it's silver-lined cloud of selfishness,

would the flowers shout in resentment?

Or cry in their abandonment?

Maybe that's why it always falls

afraid to test the flowers,

acquire a selfish repute,

or watch the country decay.