In the early morning after drizzling night rain, I found the first flower of water lily was open modestly in my small garden.
Every plant knows its own flowering season and blooms beautifully with all its might for the joy of living.
Soon the grayish rainy season will come here as a bridge between fragrant spring and bright summer.
In its graceful way, this foremost flower of water lily made me notice the stealthy approaching of the rainy days.
