The story of a tree
Pitter patter, pitter patter she watched the rain fall in front of her house, ruining her little flower garden. It had been raining for 5 hours now and the water level was rising rapidly. The little petunia plants were uprooted already and were now floating aimlessly on the water puddles.
She lowered herself to protect the remaining garden from facing the same fate that was bestowed on the little petunia flowers. Wet strong wind slashing water against her face, her hair now wet with the rain water on her feet. She stood upright again and shook the water away from her hair, sprinkling it gently on the saplings around her.
She looked above waiting for the sun to shine through her hair and fall on the water puddles below, creating glitterati and drying away the access rain water.
She looked down and breathed a sigh of relief to see a part of her garden still intact.
A little sparrow swirls around her, touching her softly and then sits on her shoulder.
(On a tree)