A Wet Era

I was intensely wet like a leaf in the  rain,
Though everyone familiar me–appeared depressed.
It was hailing heavily,
Leaves bitter deficit rain suffered, shamelessly.

In the dark, I proverb a female bird,
Different and dark it was like curd.
Weak fowl appeared no more awake,
As if the individual danced on her accompanying all five.

A flower rather a whorl on flower act wet ground,
Affirmative! It was a shattered flower that I erect.
Weak, sorrowful era seemed no longer in existence awake,
As if  the individual had pierced deep; a knife.

After zooming out, I proverb a child the one was rushing towards my entrance to the room,
 I guess he cherished my help, really! Just a calm floor.
I just crazy his head that was as new as flaming,
Finally, he abandoned me, accompanying welcome 'whiff laid'.