Thinking all is not lost, she observed the bud emerge from the soaked soil. The larger ones are bending from the heavy drops, but not you, little one. You remain upright, new and strong.
Never worry you will not carry on. Your form may be slightly changed, but it will still be you. Ignore your doubts. You are fresh, new in this world and rain cannot hurt you, only nourish you. Stand up, take it all in, everything this new world has to offer. You deserve it. The universe welcomes you, little one. Nothing lost, but all is gained.