Bit of a longer break than I intended there. But back at my desk now and thinking of plants, rain, potatoes...weeds...
Where was I? Thinking about the way the tulips and daffs had bent in the wind and rain like pilgrims or supplicants.
Wide open like the mouths of chicks
Catch the sun
But yearn for rain
Which, when it comes
Brings its close friend, wind,
Stern, capricious and powerful
Tulips, daffodils must make obeisance
Like powerless supplicants
They can only wait
To be released.
Needs some punctuation - but it's not bad.