From a flower's point of view
Flowers are made to live in the light of the sun, all day, every day.
Without it, they would die.
It is not necessarily food - that comes from the soil. But, like men, they cannot live on "bread alone."
Light is life.
Sometimes a cloud passes in front of the sun.
The flowers are temporarily separated from the light.
They are forced to remember how very far away the sun is.
The light is never blocked out completely. But the flowers must settle for a faded version of the light.
Each cloud causes a different shade of light, and yet the sun remains constant...never actually changing.
Clouds are a normal part of this world. They are a random by-product of life on this imperfect planet.
The flowers don't have eyes to see the clouds.
All they know is that something has interfered with their precious light.
Sometimes the sun is so slowly faded out that it's almost unnoticeable...until they start to wilt.
Other times it happens so fast, like a storm front, the darkness is almost scary.
There is no way to control the clouds; no way for the flowers to make them go away.
The flowers don't have the vision to see the size of the cloud, how big or how small.
They can't know how long it will be until they feel the warm rays again.
Sometimes the cloud passes quickly, as on a breezy day. But sometimes the sky is covered in a thick blanket that lasts for days.
Often, the clouds bring rain.
I wonder if the rain causes them pain. It must feel like being beaten on all sides. Nevertheless, it is a necessary part of life and growth.
In the end, the sun will always shine again. Then the flowers will open their petals wide and lean towards the sun that they love, to bathe in his precious light for as long as they are able, knowing that another cloud is always on its way.
