It was on the hour of twilight when the storm came,
The soft rain had begun to fall, it's drops falling all over the grassy plain.

It was the cool and refreshing type of rain,
The type of rain that can wash away all the worlds pain.

It was at this moment I saw her dance,
She spun and dashed around, she seemed to be in a trance.

She spun around letting her wet tangled hair fly high,
It flew around and turned a  shining golden brown in the twilight sky.

She then tripped and fell,
Into where the brown mud dwelled.

But instead of getting up in disgust and walking away,
She got back up and began to dance, and in the mud she stayed.

She grabbed mud and threw it into the air,
It flew everywhere and little bits got into her golden brown hair.

She had never experienced such happiness in her life,
She thought happy endings only happened in the afterlife.

She then sat down with a smile,
For a moment, the world was beautiful, and less hostile.