Her mind was between pool of mud.
Struck and helples.
She thought she had lost the battle.
Her own thoughts horrified her.
She was innocent but she was messed up, for others she was less interactive.
For them she was like that because of her own deeds.
But then came a person.
His words were the water that cleaned her.
With his one hand he pulled her out.
The guy turned her teardrops into a waterfall.
His smile made her eyes twinkle.
All this while she had been covering that pain with her umbrella.
But with him she would just throw away the umbrella and dance in the rain.
For her the rain didn’t consist of water droplets merely.
For her, it was the rain of happiness, the rain of joy, the rain of love. :’)