Taste of the Rain

She stands, lonely and free, head thrown back to taste the rain
Passersby pause, humph, and move around her
She stands, oblivious to it all, tasting the rain
I wonder who she is…or what. Long and lithe, golden hair plastered in dark coils
White shift clinging, accentuating her goddess like form
Her arms flung wide, she twirls and laughs, delighted that the rain’s taste is so sweet
Curious now, I step out into the downpour
Hesitantly, I lower my umbrella
She pauses and beams proudly at me
Taking courage, I give a little nervous laugh
I fling out my arms and throw back my head, mouth open wide
I taste the rain
Its’ taste is lonely and free