Splash?

Splash?

A flowering water lily,
It floats languidly, dotting the marsh
with its frail blooms.

Bobbing, waving,
blushing, sleeping.

The sky murmurs from above,
bullets raining into
the crevices of its petals.
Each drop spilling in,
weighing down the lily’s bloom.

Cruel thunder!
She cracks her belt,
warning the lily of a bolt inbound.

A wind breathes
and the lily breathes back.