First of all, thank you so much for letting us read a wonderful story like this.

Since the story was written in English, I am leaving this comment in English to show my respect. Sorry if my English isn't very good.

First, I felt that the flower in this story is similar to or maybe a metaphor for people who go crazy trying to live in society.

The flower is sometimes colored red, sometimes black, and sometimes dyed by rain that is poisonous to it. I thought it stood there in place of people whose hearts are hurt by careless words and cold looks from the outside world.

I really admire how you expressed all of this using only rain and the flower.

Thank you again for such a wonderful story!