Falling For The Rain

I (Mona Devereux)

She truly was a beautiful young woman, with her long brown hair, big brown eyes that look into your soul, and plump little lips. She sits on a park bench across from the pond with her eyes fixated on the mesmerizing ripples dancing across the water. She could sit there for hours, just watching the world unfold in front of her.

Her arms begin to tingle and she smiles triumphantly as the clouds become dramatically dark. The skies open up to release a series of raindrops, that plop themselves upon her head and trickle gently down her face. She tips her head back allowing the rain to fully douse her, and she takes a deep breath. In, and out.

It begins to down pour, and while others occupying the park are scurrying around in a dampened hurry, she simply sits and rejoices quietly.

She thinks to herself, that those who cannot enjoy themselves during the rain should be pitied, for they have not experienced pure bliss the way she has.

So when the park is finally absent of people, she gets that feeling, as if she was alone in the world (which she frequently felt). But if only she knew that someone else was there, watching her, it would have made all the difference.