It was the night of the storm, when lightning lit up the skies and thunder roared mightily.
The white orchid broke out into profuse blooms the next day.
The fragrance covered the entire city and
she floated by at sunset,
Her eyes shining, her hair flowing,
In the city beneath, the white walled city,
Did anyone see her, I wonder…
The storm in my city, my orchid blooms, their heavenly fragrance and my paining wove themselves into a story. I am happy to share it with all of you.