Posted by C. DeVita on June 06, 2004 at 09:50:03:
Out in her own little world, nothing affects her but the rain.
Dancing, singing, twirling her hair, the way she always does, a drop falls from above, and everything is unraveled.
Walking alone in the downpour, masking her tears in the rain She sings a song of joy, as a shimmer of sunlight breaks thought the falling clouds.
With a crooked little smile on her face, she knows she’s not alone.
He’s up there above her, watching, missing, loving her.