Rose blooms were colorful like flames;
in my garden and your advent
down pouring was, and flow in veins.
Unspoken was on distant sky;
(quiet mistle - rain flow god sent) ,
nicely on fields, pure drops fell spry;
Your raindrops I transform to song,
sweet melody and play - the leaves,
entreaty that I strung along,
my blooming solitude fates weave.