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.

Maria

Maria.
The face you often see on the pavements, lanes down the street, the market place, church, beach and where ever you go. She wept often, but has never told anyone why she cried.
Maria would go away from the crowd, sit for long hours weep and rub her sorrows on her moist handkerchief.
One day I asked her 'Maria, why do you cry'?
Her reply condensed in an impassionate look; as if feared she asked me;
"How do you know my name"?
'I don't know your name, but I just called you Maria'
"Why?"
'I don't know, when I saw you, I just felt like calling you by that name'
"Still...why do you want to call me?", she broke into tears as if I had committed a grave mistake. For a moment I was perplexed, I sat near her and felt her.
She turned almost pale, and never stopped her tears. It went down down her cheeks and chilled her entire body, slowly I felt her entire weight on my arms. She smelled of sweat and tears. I felt that she has slipped into an unconscious sleep. I felt the real dillemma, but before I recollect anything I heard a braking sound and the loud voice of a man shouting.
"Lunatic! what are you doing at the middle of the road."
'Cant' you see this young girl'
"Young girl! what nonsense are you talking?
'Nonsense!' I turned to Maria with compassion.
But I saw out of surprise a marigold in my hand; Maria had already vanished from my senses.
I jumped to the other side to make way for the motor car.