The Little White Gardenia

Beyond the trees,
There are clouds filled with rain.
Walking through the mud...
I see a little white gardenia.
All alone.
I stop and stare
At the beauty standing there
Like a soft comforting smile
From a dear old friend.
How did it know to show?
How did it know I needed a friend?
The two of us
Who were once alone,
Now stand together
In the rain.