Mud slapped against the girls little green boots as she hopped down the driveway, Auburn locks dancing in wind with each leap. Cheeks tinted rose, she tipped up her nose to the brisk air taking in the scent of soft light rain and cold branches. This was the smell of home, the smell of simplicity. It brought her back to where only knee scrapes and broken crayons were the worry of the day.

Droplets rested upon her lashes, blurring the sky above. Thoughts began to circulate in her little mind. Now, She was the droplet racing towards the bottom of the window, taking the lead against the cold glass. She ran and she ran, and then she slammed into the rim claiming her victory.

Or so she dreamed. These days, she would be the last droplet to the finish line, the one no body bet success on.

The smell of rain and salt dripped down her cheek as she turned her attention to the clouds, the ones who comforted her as a child. Funny shapes would take form bringing the young girl to a different world. A princess she could be, ruling a kingdom of her making, or maybe a fierce warrior that could tame the most vile dragon. Rain dripped against her brow, bringing her back to reality, the one where she was only a young lady walking in the rain. The reality where she no longer wore green boots or acted like a child, but where she was content to remember.