Many thanks to Deb for flying across the pond to my rescue and spending time looking into the problem I was having. This one is for you.
Raindrops fall on my head,
I bow to the earth,
And hear her mirth,
As they hit and run,
Their journey just begun,
But I remain instead.
After the storm I raise my head once more,
I won’t be blue nor yellow or white,
For I’ve been touched by a star in the west,
And from that day to the end of my quest,
I will reflect a heavenly light,
With petals that finally fall to earth’s store.