Storming flowers

Storming flowers, bring us showers, thunder lightning and rain. And on their petals water beads tears of olden' pain. Their truest nature blows through on thy atternoon winds, strippin' us our sickly souls bare of our sins. The budding flowers desolate our mindly fires, And lift the noses high. Breath deep the sweetly scent, enjoying well, soon their end is nigh. They fill the heart warmid love, for only an instant true, Their quickly fragile existence done they leave their mark on you. And as you'd may on an on through the fields to end, Ne'er will ye look upon a storming flower again.