Diphylleia Grayi

Diphylleia grayi turns transparent in rain, Transforming before me to lustrous bone Drawing out aches in my marrows pain Patience — the clouds will fade, leaving you standing alone Ending transparency, we find white in every pane Wringing you dry; elevates this capstone Wet again, you bloom into ice-etched floral glass Hiding in purity, the world forgets quickly; how clarity is surpassed