Renewed in the Rain - Sonnet 45

Awake, my rosebud: rise upon the dawn,

And champion your heart away from death

With every bit of longing in your breath

In light that rolling dark will soon be gone;

What has been given, none will take away,

As with your sweet ability to drink

The raindrops in the storm; oh, petal, think

As thunderous April showers fall in May:

Do not despise the deluge for its strength;

All in the pelting gale is all you need

To gather up your own; no dying breed 

Are you. dear blossom: never through the length

Of long-fought lightnings has a flower fell

By taking what it gives the earth so well.