There was one flower that keeps coming back to me. It was a yellow flower, but the reason I remember it wasn't because it was pretty--which it was. Its just that by looking at it, I could see it had been dry and probably ready to wilt UNTIL IT RAINED> The water then seeped into its petals and gave it a robust glow it had probably forgotten about.
I know I have a tendency to make outlandish parallels, but please bear with me. This flower seemed to e whispering out hope for people of withering spirits, saying that God would renew beauty...and would probably do it through life's rains, not sunny days.
