Raindrops on Roses

After one of our recent thunderstorms, I noticed my roses were in full bloom. I slipped out and shot a few photos before the raindrops dried.

Unfortunately, I don't know the names of my roses. Most of them were gifts to me, and the names have been lost.

I think I shall call this one Helga, just because.

I shall name this one Atlas.

I dub thee Hermes, O Sweet Red Rose.

And I shall whisper out Aphrodite's Tears when I see you, O favored rose.

And you I will name First Born, because you are the blooms from the first rose I planted, over 20 years ago.