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[i]Falling Down, pooling up,
Out of the sky, into my cup.
What is this wet that comes from above,
That some call disaster, and others find love.
The harder it falls, the less it is nice,
The colder it falls the harder the ice.
The rain has an art that I may not get,
So I stand still here and get soaking wet.[/i]

The poem danced through Roe's head as she arranged her final flower order. The rain poured against the window pain lightly illuminated by the flower shop. Most of her competitors had long been closed, but Roe knew that it was usually late nights that people needed flowers the most; date nights, quick acts of kindness, or begging for forgiveness. A low rumbling thunder emitted from the sky and Roe's petite body became struck with a moment of fear. She hated thunderstorms. The rain was fine, but there was something about powerful noises such as thunder that made the girl weak in the knees. 

Wrapping the vase with a colorful bow, she looked to the order again. It was to be delivered to an office. [i]"Someone must be loved."[/i] Roe said to herself in her empty store. A smile spread across her face that was met with a soft sigh. It must be nice to be loved and appreciated. She assumed this person had already met their soul mate and even at the darkest and dreariest moments of the night they were being treated with a lovely arrangement. 

After cleaning up, and locking up her store front. Roe put on a light spring jacket and tried to cover up the flowers the best she could so they wouldn't get totally drenched in the travel. The young elf had forgotten her umbrella at home and her only mode of transportation in the city was public. Taxis we're everywhere but hailing one down was sometimes close to impossible. She flung her slender hand up into the air with hopes of being seen, the rain drizzling down her arm and into her jacket. She was soaked to the bone. However, getting this package to the office she was meant to deliver it to was necessary. 

She couldn't let them down.

After a few attempts she hailed down a taxi and directed them to the office that was written down on the address card. As she arrived her wrist itched and burned, and she wondered if the dirty city rain was making her skin react in a poor way. It wasn't rare that the city dirt and grime reacted with her skin poorly. Paying her fare and thanking the taxi driver she got out of the cab and walked up to the office door. Frowning she looked at a broken stem of a flower and tried desperately to fix it while reaching the entrance.

It was locked. 

[i]"No."[/i] the words slipped from her lips as she pressed her hands in a cupped shaped to the door so she could see in, a person in the back doing some light cleaning but besides that everyone had left. [i]"Oh no!"[/i] Roe panicked as she reached into her soaked wet pockets looking for the recipient order form. The ink was running down the paper, practically illegible. "M a a l i c o n" she read, knowing that was not the right name in the slightest. Her arm burnt as she looked at it. [b]Madison.[/b] Could it be? She looked towards the name on the order and then her arm again. With her heart racing she looked around the street, a bright red umbrella in view down the block. 

This was her moment if any.

Her lips parted but could not speak, Roe felt as if she had lost it in that second like the foolish fish woman in that movie she had watched on the television the other day. She tried again and with this time came sound, [i]"Madison!"[/i] she squeaked out, but tried again this time louder and with more force, [i]"Madison!"[/i] she called again, picking up her feet as she sprinted to the umbrella. Her display of flowers was in total chaos, broken stems and dirt that had turned into mud all over the front of her jacket and blouse. She reached only a few steps behind the figure. Her date and name burning a heat that was hurting, but in the best way.

[i]"Your flower o-o-rder, Madison."[/i] Roe said, standing with the disheveled mess that she and the flowers were in.