Raindrops on roses

I’m busy again in the garden
So happy to be planting roses
For that special someone one day
All the colors, pink, white, red,
and grey roses

They move in the wind a bit
By the fence everything is growing
But I’ve always wondering why
Are there raindrops on the roses

Why are they always wet,
I shake them lightly the water falls off
and they get wet again

I realize only now,
I’ve been crying this whole time
My tears as raindrops on the roses