Her hair swayed in the wind, caressing her cheeks and gently wrapping itself around her gentle features.
The first few droplets could be felt and she opened her arms wide, welcoming the water as if they were a source of energy. Splattered patterns of wet fabric formed spirals and swirls on her summer clothes as she danced, spinning and spinning, arms still wide open.
As the rain became more intense so did her strange dance. Dripping with water, her every movement sent small trails of drops that danced in the air along with her.
With the innocence of a child she smiled and burst out laughing. A full heartfull laugh, sincere and strong.
She was one with nature, fully at peace.
Dysfunctional Girl
How NOT to be functional 