Original+Poem

Original Poem
 * Editors note: Due to the fact that Emily Dickinson did not name any of her poems, this poem shall remain nameless*

**Eager raindrops fell upon the scene -**

 * with their usual unmatched poise -**
 * soon slipping off the luscious petals,**
 * tired orchids woken by such noise**


 * They went along in the storming winds**
 * enraged by the liquids daring plot-**
 * mad flowers glared down - still unaware -**
 * hard rain falling - causing all to rot**


 * Petals began to open -**
 * accepting their own need,**
 * sipping calmly - as drops burst**
 * nectar from the clouds - the orchids feed -**


 * Jovial water - grasping euphoria**
 * content flower now closing - their thirst quenched -**
 * small raindrops subsiding - as well as their joy,**
 * flowers wanting little water - now drenched**


 * Rich soil beginning to soak,**
 * as green blades remained with lust -**
 * cruel flowers could drink their fill -**
 * whilst the grass would turn to dust**


 * many know this weary tale of thirst,**
 * unquenched and unwanted- all in mass -**
 * melancholy state it seems to be -**
 * as water wishes for orchids, it grows grass.**