Torrential rain

I guess the high is like the smell of a flower

it lingers long minutes
By hour, and lows they come like torrential rain

So you wonder if you'll ever smell that flower again,

Some days are like a floristry shop, with sweet aroma in the air

Those days are great with little stress
Not a worry or a care

But when the raincloud
Forms above and Covers that blue sky overhead

It's hard to face the day so low, or even get out
of bed

The beauty is within me knowing, the flowers need the rain to grow

And like all things in life it brings, these days that makes it so.