The rain came - but
not the angry bucketfuls, splattered by a cold blast, that I know as a Fall
storm. No; this was a slow, methodical
rain, descending gently as if from an immense watering-can with very small
holes; a gardener's rain, that only loaded each flower petal as heavy as it
could bear without shattering the flower.
And all the roses rejoiced.
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| Bowing Rose with Rain |
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| White Rain |
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| Thirsty |
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| Beaded Hem |
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| Pearl Embroidery |
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| Leopard Rain |
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