Out of the rain.
September 6, 2007
Below an awning, she stands alone.
The storming skies pour down.
Her hair, dripping droplets of rain at the ends.
On her face, the water gathered and beaded.
She possesses a beauty rarely seen,
like a scarce find of amber, as the sun, washing alight, casts it’s rays,
luminous glow gleaming fiery orange to gold.
She steps forward.
Out of the realm of dreams,
into my reality.
