She was the rain on a spring day, how she tickled my nose as she fell from the sky, from the heavens to my arms
Underneath my soaked boots I sloshed in her wake, grinning as every drop hit my cheeks, my eyelashes
I always found something beautiful about the rain
As if the world needs a bath
And the plants need their water
To provide us with our breath
She was the droplets of spring rain
Staining my makeup across my face
In the most natural of makeovers
Mascara raccoon eyes, drip down my cheeks, yet
I can't stop smiling
With her sweet caress
Evaporating
Falling off my chin
In to the ground
Through the soil
Up through the tree trunks
Out through the green leaves
As dew;
To once more take her part in the water cycle
To another person
And another place