The day that the rains came down

The last rose alongside my walking route looked sort of depressed, bending down with the rain mercilessly hitting it. It still retained its beauty, and I had to support it mentally by blipping it for today.

Yes, it rained also today reminding me of the great fifties' hit sung by the strong-voiced Jane Morgan. Did not even know of such a song until a few years back, when a friend from Scotland introduced me to it. Have loved it since.