Acid rain

Sania was in the middle of a garden with plenty of white roses.
"Beautiful, but why don't they keep red ones?"
She looked for the gardener, and he found an old man in wet clothes, but fumes came from his wet coat as if he is boiling. He appeared grey with piercing looks, but had a soft voice.
"Don't you have red roses?"
"Yes, they are"
"Can't you see they are white"
"They were red yesterday, they turned white after the rains."
"After the rains" she exclaimed.
While they talked rain drops fell on her face,lips hands and all over her body with more and more strength. She felt like fuming, she ran through the pavements to get out of the place, but she lost her way.
Sania got up gasping to to see the fainted rose on her flower vase.
She once again buried her body deep into the cosiness of the velvetblanket.