Rules, Rules!!

Mightily, the drops cascade from a lowering sky,
drooping as if to emit a fragrant sigh.
Each stamen, each petal, each flowering gem, accept the sky's abuse,
some must fall beneath the blows, an existential, unwelcome truth.
I walk between, betwixt the plants, to touch each head,
As if by name, I should call the fallen ones, back from their watery death.
Of course I know the rules, and rules this time, are harsh and cold.
Still, more to grow beneath the sun, as if defiant and bold.