The First of Spring by Chloe H.

The rain poured upon my shoulders,
Wetting my hair,
Flattening it to my face,
Drenching my clothes,
Suctioning them to me,
The rain pushing me closer to my target,
Pushing my fingertips into the mud,
I carefully lift it,
The roots placed safely in my palms,
I lift it towards my eyes,
A clear view,
Of a light,
Peach colored,

The first flower of spring.