A tickly shower
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A lone sentinel, a newbie in this garden, I am trying my best to stand upright under the hot sun, the light breeze at times providing a soothing feeling as it makes me sway gently under the sweltering heat, when all of a sudden it seems the skies have opened up. Rain? Umm...not exactly. I am honoured to be the proud recipient of a shower of fragile cream and orange blossoms, their tender petals tickling me thanks to the avuncular branch right above my head.