When it rains, it pours

A memory that wasn’t so long ago,

The way it rained and poured on my soul.

I thought I’d never recover,

The dark clouds would constantly follow.

The flowers wilted, they didn’t last long.

The way it rained, grey skies just held on.

I looked up one day and I just said ‘stop’,

Enough of this, I need to move on.

A brief ray of sunshine made its way through the clouds,

Finally, I can start looking around.

I took out all the weeds, I got on my knees.

I’ll build this garden again, I do believe.

Within a few days, the sun soaked the rain.

The soil was ready, let’s start filling space.

With yellow I painted, a smile of tulips.

With red I cautioned, thorns of roses.

Before I knew it, I was surrounded by flowers,

Each one, more beautiful than the other.

A visitor one day, came to admire.

The hard work put in, his longing desire.

He offered his help, just in the garden.

How could I say no?

A story unravelled.