As she speaks I can see her as a wide-eyed child, innocent and even a little bit
nieve playing while the sun shines. Yet inside perhaps seen only in a sudden
glimmer in her eye, the arch of her brow, or a touch of mischief in her grin lies
a trace of something wild. She talks of loving the rain, and wanting to feel it
against her skin. To hear her tell of how she'd love to go out bare in the pouring
rain with the water pouring down on her body as she contentedly dances about
grinning from ear to ear. I can't help but wish I could capture the feeling she
gains with just the though of this solitary act. The soothing feeling of the rain
and it's coolness on a hot summer day. The liberation of feeling it against your
skin. The freedom that comes from letting go of all thoughts, and ideas, which
might conflict and ruin the meaning of this event, which serves to purify and
wash away all unhealthy debris from our bodies, souls, and minds. Since she
gave this all to me it would be hard to say that in my mind's eye I couldn't see
her forever dancing with the rain as her sole partner. See her leaping and running
with the driving wind as it brushes against her skin. To see her as she became
immersed in a feeling that lies beyond the cares that would ordinarily weigh her
down, reaching out and finding the peace she'd thought she'd misplaced.