As daylight faded, I traipsed outdoors to collect the children’s toys, which littered the back yard. The few raindrops I felt sent me into a scurry to pack everything into the shed before the storm let loose. The drops transitioned into a light shower. I dashed towards the house relieved I had dodged the worst of the downpour and the lighting, which felt like it stuck too close to home.
“Ma’am…. Ma’am?” I heard someone yell. I looked around and saw the elderly man, who lived at the end of the street, flapping his arms.
“Ma’am, come here,” he yelled waving me toward him.
Something terrible happened. He needs help.
I ran through the neighbor’s yard trying to avoid trampling the new grass although I knew the owners would give me a tongue thrashing later. As I drew nearer, he appeared fine. No distress signs like, blood, glazed eyes or chest clutching. I watched impatiently while he inspected the flowers along his back fence. I wanted to ask if everything was ok and waited for him to volunteer the information.
Instead, he asked, “Have you ever seen a primrose blossom?”
I shook my head. No, I’ve never seen a primrose blossom and I’m pretty sure standing here getting drenched isn’t a good time to share garden stories.
“They’re a unique flower,” he said, dismissing my rude thoughts, as though he heard them “And I wanted you to see them. The flowers only open in the evening. Watch these ones over here, they haven’t opened yet,” he pointed to some closed buds.
My hair dripped, my clothes began sticking to me and his stare remained intent on the blossoms, oblivious of the rain and the water sliding off his baldhead, in a tiny stream. I felt ridiculous and skeptical. Watching flowers bloom seemed a little like watching corn grow, but I didn’t want to disappoint the old man. There we stood, with no apparent sense to come in out of the rain.
“See that?” he said pointing. “Watch now. It’s gonna open up.”
I leaned in a little closer. Like a slow motion slice of miracle, the little blossoms opened its petals, unfolded with grace and displayed a show of beauty I never saw before.
“Wow!” It didn’t happen often, but I hardly knew what to say.
I walked around his fence as more flowers opened. I forgot about my wet, heavy clothes. And my sloshing sneakers.
We stayed and chatted in the rain a while longer. As I walked back home, I lifted my heart to heaven in praise. Flowers that bloom in the dusk.. If a flower could do it, how much more then, me.
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