Smile, ....Please

I hold a lot of love for the world. Maybe even too much, to the point of being self dentrimental. I put too much trust in the little things and too much hope for the big. I don't expect anything though. It's just a grande show of optimism and delusions.
While I sit in the rain among a shower of flowers, maybe a rainbow will peek it's head in but there's not much company.
I do love the silence, despite a lack of comfort. I love the scenery.
The scent of flowers might itch my noise, but it provides an imitation for the missing spices at home. Although the rain might beat down on me, ice cold, I know when the sun comes out once more from those grey hovering clouds I'll know a warmth that hides in much of my life.
Yes, I hold a lot of love for the world, even when the world hasn't done me much favors. It's when I'm feeling down though that the world holds something of...sympathy for me? Maybe sympathy. It's hard to tell really. It could be taken as a soothing hand or a smack. No matter, it really was perfect timing.