un cuento de Flor y Tigre

Once upon a time there was a flower. Most knew her by the name of Flor. Every day Flor would wait for the daily rain to come and refresh her roots. But one day the rain ceased and she became very worried. Most of the animals had left and many of her friends began to wither. One by one her petals began to dry up but Flor did not lose hope. She knew the Great Rains would return if she would hold on to what she knew was true.

Many days had passed and Flor was left with only her stem and center. As the sun came up the next morning, a new friend had wandered along Flor's path. He too was looking for hope and fresh rain to drink. Flor asked "Excuse me kind sir, what is your name?" "My name is Tigre" he boldly answered. "What are you doing here?" Flor asked. Tigre kindly replied, "Well I have come to sit and wait with you for the rain to come." Flor was stunned and speechless for she knew the cost of such a decision. For days and days, Tigre and Flor sat side by side while they waited. Flor was beyond grateful for the company and Tigre learned a great deal about selflessness and patience. When one of them became consumed with disbelief, the other would gently remind them of the promise, that the Great Rain would never abandon or forsake them.

40 days had passed and then it happened...the sky opened and the rain began to pour. Flor and Tigre opened themselves to the pure drops of life, for they were beyond parched. Both turned to one another with gratitude. They knew their faith had not vanished.