Rain on the tulip window

The day started gray and blustery.  The promise of a blue-sky spring day was not going to be a reality on this morning.  After a few hours the wind picked up, the sky darkened, and the rain began making its own music as it hit the window panes.  And it left its distinctive spring smell hanging in the air outside.  As I walked into the room I saw the two tulips framed in the window.  They are both past their prime, one more so than the other, and yet their curves and shapes were so nicely set off by the straight lines of the window.  Their beauty was so very evident in all their simplicity.