rain 3

The rain has a strange touch… finds its way into places nothing else can… not even her… it dances on her… enticing and exciting her… it slides off without a mark.. merges with her joy.. tracing her face with a simple touch.. hanging from her chin… dangerous and carefree… the rain has his way with her… disguising her emotions in his stride… lifting her spirit and making her twirl… and she reaches back and grasps as hard as she can… only to find her hands empty…
reaching for something that never was...