I’m sure this cluster of roses wasn’t the sort of thing Robert Burns had in mind when he wrote:
My love is like a red, red rose
The line is famous because it demonstrates a simile; the metaphor equivalent would be:
My love is a red, red rose
I’m pleased with these roses, though, because their petals don’t have brown edges like they normally do.
The rain, which is still in evidence on them, is probably the reason for this.