Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall Novels & Stories

With trembling fingers, I began covering each plant, the raindrops needling my skin and the cold turning my hands numb. The rain was too hard on the roses, it had uprooted some of them. But the lavender still stood still, but slightly bent. I didn't have time to tend to them again, so the plastic wrap will do justice for now. When the rain stops, I'll come back down and tend to them. "Just a few more," I whispered to myself, securing the plastic wrap over the last of the lilies. My hair clung to my face, soaked through, and my teeth began to chatter, but I didn’t stop until every single flower was protected.

I asked him as he lowered his head, inspecting the smaller flowers that lined the pathway cutting through the estate grounds toward the river. “What do you think happens when the ground can’t soak up the rainwater? It causes flooding. Flooding causes root rot. So, no, can’t say I’m thrilled we got so much rain. Now get, I’ve got to pump some of the water to the river and check the roots. And who knows how long that’ll last. Probably take me the rest of the month to get this place sorted out again. Oh, and you tell Cillian to stop messing with my rose bushes. I know it’s him.”

Even though the sky looks grey, the colourful flowers can cheer up her heart. "It's only been a few hours and I'm already feeling lonely!" complained Rain. "If only Ben or dad could see a flower garden like this! Yes, I miss the hustle and bustle in the city, especially Mrs Puff's screams at the end of the apartment," Rain quipped. "This is so weird!" Rain thought as she stroked the lilies. "Isn't it winter now? How can these flowers stay alive? And this grass? Is this real?" Rain was even more surprised. She knelt on the grass surface while feeling its softness.

The flowers like white, red, and pink roses were blooming, the sunflowers were all facing the same direction and the other species of flowers were still on the verge of their beautiful evolution. The plants have been smiling over the stormy day and it was raining heavily outside. The dome lit much gloomier outside the flowery area that made Marian felt sad. Jane stopped midway on the lawns and touched the sunflower who was facing upwards. She sighed and observed Marian, who was bending down her knees and sniffing the sweet scent of the roses that have thorns on their body. Jane walked back from where she came from and smiled at Marian. "They are beautiful, aren't they?" Jane asked her.

He chuckled, before catching up to me. “ I have a question, Liana.” Richard spoke up again, but in the garden this time. We passed a variety of flowers, and he plucked one from the soilz before twirling it in between his fingers. “Do you know why flowers thrive?” “Um.” It didn't help that his question had caught me off guard, but I answered anyway. “Flowers grow when they're watered regularly and are exposed to the sunlight.” “Wrong.” He sounded like a teacher scolding a school child. “The real reason flowers grow and bloom, is because they're rooted into the soil. Once their roots and soil are taken away, it'll only be a matter of time before the flowers wither away.”

"Why are you watering the flowers at this hour?" "Nothing." I shrug. "Just decided to do something new for a change." He scratches his chin, looking at me like I’m a puzzle he doesn’t care to solve. “Did you measure the water?” My hand freezes. "Am I supposed to measure the water?" He sighs. “Over-watering will rot the roots. And different flowers need different amounts of water.” Oh, god.” I look over the rows of flowers I’ve already watered. “Are they going to be okay?”

The overpowering fragrance made one feel suffocated. However, for some reason, all the flowers here were in a bad shape. Many of them had already withered, as if they had gone without water for a long time. In this kind of artificial flower shed, it should not be affected by drought. And in the flower shed, many workers were constantly spraying water on these flowers, but it was not helping at all. The leaves of many flowers seemed to have been roasted. They were all dry and withered and starting to turn yellow.

I said, trying to sound casual. The corners of his lips lifted, just a small movement, but enough to soften his entire expression. I think the atmosphere is getting better. “Did you like the flower?” he asked. “The flower?” I repeated, then the image of it. “Yes… was that an orchid?” “Yes,” he replied. “A rare one. They say it takes a long time before it finally blooms, but once it does, it stays that way for a long time. It doesn’t wilt easily and can survive both the summer heat and the winter cold.” He paused, his eyes lingering on mine.

Her notebook closed beside her. "What are you thinking about?" I asked. "How fast things change when conditions are right. Last week these were just stems. Now look." She pointed at the bed of wildflowers that had appeared seemingly overnight. Purple and yellow and white. Messy but deliberate somehow. "They were always going to bloom. They just needed time and sun and not to be interfered with too much." She looked at me. "Is that a metaphor?" "Maybe. Does it need to be?" "No. I like it better if it is just about flowers."

Dominic’s launched the word casually from his lips that instead only surprised Lady Iris who became weary at once. “Lady Catherine, how do you take care of this flower?” Rose carefully asked the question. Lady Catherine who didn’t seem to even once blame her smiled, “It should never be watered at night because that is the time where their soil became too moist and you would be over watering it.” Rose nodded her head, this was clear that Iris had not only twisted her word but also lied. While Rose didn’t care how the lady had fooled her, her concern fell on how the lady was ready to sacrifice Lady Elizabeth’s flower.