The next morning, I stepped outside into enveloping warmth under an untroubled sky. The landscape was yellow-gold, pink-white and green. Was it like that yesterday? Near my feet, I noticed a daisy much more perfectly formed and colored than the ones surrounding it, and without thinking, I plucked it from its home and took it with me...
As the day grew warmer, my carrying hand was slickened and I checked to see if I'd still had hold of my lovely little flower. I did, and it seemed none the worse for wear. Nevertheless, I tightened my grip slightly. It won't be long 'til it's this warm out first thing in the morning, I thought.
At mid-afternoon, as I rested in the shade of a maple tree, I unfolded my fingers to admire my gentle prize and found nothing but a lone petal. In violent haste I crawled desperately around my resting spot, looking for my lost treasure. I stood up, ready to retrace every step I'd taken since last seeing her, but to my great relief, she was just a few feet away, out from under the shade, lying in the sun. I scooped her up and was on my way.
Before long, I noticed storm clouds gathering in the sky. A sudden chill was in the air and the late-afternoon breeze surged, stinging my eyes. I made my way back home and just a block away, I felt a large raindrop pelt down on my cheek. And then another... By the time I was standing sheltered on the porch, the grass and flowers everywhere were being drowned.
How fortunate and grateful my love must feel for having been rescued from such a fate.
I unclenched my fist and found her gone, not even a petal remaining. Without shame, I ran back into the deluge looking everywhere and seeing nothing but ruination. I began to shiver; chattering teeth and aching muscles urging me home. And, so I returned to the porch, looked back one last time as the merciless, deafening beat of the downpour on the tree leaves mocked me. Then I went inside.
I recovered by the fire with a glass and a tune. Even by the time I'd tucked myself into bed, the storm had not passed.