'Tis the last rose of summer,
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone;
No flower of her kindred,
No rosebud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes,
Or give sigh for sigh.
@jillhempsall Thanks Jill. But I have to say, I cheated with the rain! I sprayed the bud with water. It's been beautiful weather recently ... not a hint of rain ... so I thought I'd just make my own! :-)