The rain to the wind said,
‘You push and I’ll pelt.’
They so smote the garden bed
That the flowers actually knelt,
And lay lodged–though not dead.
I know how the flowers felt.
This poem, by Robert Frost, holds much meaning for me. It reminds me of my childhood and the suffering I endured due to my very own family. Does this poem hold any personal meaning for you? What is your take on its meaning?