The grey and black turn to clear. The clear falls, scattering and morphing as it does. It lands and changes color. It can become anything it wants. In one place it turns red and pink. In another place, green. It adds a certain beauty, something special. The rain meets the rose and the clear explodes with color. The rose is beautiful. The rain is brought to life by the rose. You are the rose and I am the rain. You bring life and color to my world. Your’e beautiful and special. Radiant and full of life. You are the rose and I am the rain. -James Dicus 5-20-19