A Single Wet Petal

The scent of rain-wet cherry petals wouldn't scatter all morning. It seems to vanish when I stand still, but each time I move it catches up with me again. I'm glad I left the umbrella behind. The smell soaked into my sleeves still hasn't gone. Maybe it's because the rain has cleared, but your shoulders look lighter today. At the crossing I saw a single cherry petal stuck to the wet paving stones. That one petal that was stuck to the wet paving seems to have followed me, right here under my feet. It was probably glistening in the morning sun, still holding its moisture. Almost touching my toes, almost not, it slid along after me all the way to the end of the alley.