I remember that she smiled, how she bit her lower lip,
How when she walked, her skirts would swirl,
'Cause of how she swung her hips,
She passed me on an evening
When the rain came pouring down
She bright, though soaked, and happy,
Skipping lightly through the crowd.

Her hair glinted in the headlights,
that were glaring in the rain.
I never got to meet her.
I never learned her name.