Just beside her,
Past diaphanous panels,
Precipitation cuts through sunlit flora
And suspends the escalating swelter.

Penned,
A squall overwhelms her;
disturbs her newfound focus.
She yearns to be immersed in the downpour;
to be reclaimed from the monochromatic ire
that often enveloped her these days.

Revitalized,
Just as the immediate verdue.

Dissimilarly,
Such seedlings yearn for nothing.
They thrive effortlessly and flourish successfully,
Without desiring more than the bare...