“sunset, raining, flowers are smiling”

Beneath a sky of lilac-pink unfurled,  
The rain begins—soft threads through evening’s world.  
Each droplet hums against the thirsty ground,  
As petals listen to the playful sound.

The sunset weaves wet gold through garden green,  
A shimmer caught on every stalk and sheen.  
And there—the daisies beam in beaded rows,  
While tulips tilt and blush as daylight goes.

The roses, heavy-headed, bow with grace,  
Their velvet laughter bright upon each face.  
Rain coaxes fragrance from the marigolds,  
And pansies cup the light the west still holds.

It’s as if, when sunset sings with rain,  
The flowers smile wider than before—  
Bathing in that fleeting, gentle gain,  
Rooted deep in peace forevermore.

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