Until the sun finally comes out again…

                                                   Oh! To be a flower
                                                   Nodding in the sun,
                                                   Bending, then upspringing
                                                   As the breezes run;
                                                   Holding up
                                                   A scentbrimmed cup,
                                                   Full of summer’s fragrance to the summer sun…

                                                                                  Amy Lowell