It is not growing like a tree
In bulk, doth make men better be;
Or standing long an oak, three hundred year,
To fall a log at last, dry, bald and sere:
A lily of the day,
Is fairer far in May,
Although it fall and die that night;
It was the plant and flower of light.
By Ben Jonson
If u're trying to see a connection between the above poem and the pic..
well give up coz there iz none weps I posted this poem simply coz of the flower of light mentioned in it
ya lily.. white lily!! ma favourite flower.. if only this flower in the pic was a white lily!
Enfin rain.. geeez I simply love walking in the rain lol the raindrops make me feel better as if washing away all my frustrations and filling the void in my life. Guess it's just the little girl inside me who iz taking over right now :D