Contrary.

This girl, she saw the unseen
And she kept it in a pocket
Not to be witnessed by anyone again
Until it chose to manifest itself.

She waited a time
And grew flowers on her way,
In hope that one may hold a bloom
Like the world had never seen.

She loved the rain.
In every grey cloud bore a new hope for life
So she loved the rain.
Loved it until the skies ran dry
And sunshine warmed the earth once more.

She put her ear to the ground,
Listening for what she had buried
Watching for new shoots to grow
In the soil of her garden.

She tries her best.
But they do not see what she sees
When she waits for centuries on her knees
For flowers to grow where dirt used to be.