Mary_chan's first poetry!

Girl Of The Rain

  I saw the rain droplets patter against my window
as I walked out side to see a woman, all in blue
  I asked her why she had been outside in the rain
And she simply said she
    "Isn't the rain beautiful?"
She was a very beautiful woman I thought as I waved to her and walked back inside
   The rain left later, and when I looked outside the woman was gone.
    "where could she have gone?"
  Only the times when it rained did I see the woman..
  The woman shared me the beautiful things in life//
   all she ever said was the same thing "Isn't the rain beautiful?"
    Then one day the rain left
   And the beautiful woman of the rain was no more.
   I will never forget the girl of the rain.