• Stepping outside, into the rain;
    Umbrella in my hand, but not yet open.
    All alone, even though I wish I wasn't.
    Not caring about my hair getting wet like some of the other girls;
    Not caring that I get even more soaked with every step.
    Walking around, just to be in the rain.
    Something I love, the natural purity of it.
    Still somewhat sad, because I'm all alone.
    Wish I had someone to share the beauty with, someone who would understand...