So sudden it was, a benediction just before sun lowered into the softly glowing tones of twilight, a gift of brilliance and evocative aroma. Rain fell. Thunderous clouds, wounded with weeping pinks, hovered. A symphony of sweet notes curled up from flowers, their aromas released by the flowing water. Sun blessed and blossomed, raised arms of intense fiery colour in order to spread the beauty of its dying message to the world. I caught in fragrant fragments.
Truly, the perfume bottle of colour, spilled in abundance.