Late bloomer, you were right to wait till the wind warms and the rain relents. In the heat to come, bodies like yours will peak, and in prime shape easily drink up the sky's cool output. May you find it like mercy and flex with each droplet shed. If it lingers, be pleased before it rolls down your back to that spot where organs like leaves originate and collect. By then, I may have nothing to offer but need. A stem, at best able only to plead that he pours over me, and leaves neither dying petal, bract nor node, untouched.