"Anyone who says sunshine brings happiness has never danced in the rain."

-Author Unknown

She was walking barefoot.

That was the first thing I noticed about her.

She didn’t seem to mind the puddles she was walking in, or how wet her slender, exposed legs were getting as she stepped.

Today, the concrete, the buildings, the sky, even the people in the city street all seemed gray.

But not her.

Her dress was short and as blue like the sky might have been, if it hadn’t been raining. She had an umbrella, or maybe it was more like a parasol, that was just as blue, and contrasted beautifully with the gray world.

She wasn’t very pretty. In fact, she was rather plain. She was short, with mud brown hair, dark eyes, and colorless makeup.

But she was dancing.

It was nothing remarkable or significant. Just a spin here, a twirl of the umbrella there. She swayed to the rhythm of her own inaudible song.

I think she was singing, though, so quietly that you could only hear her if you were close enough to hear her breathe.

A few people turned to look at her as they passed. Some had looks of utmost disgust upon their faces. Some sneered and whispered cruel words to their companions. But she didn’t notice. Or maybe she didn’t care.

I wondered where she must have come from. She was young. Was she student? Was she running away from home?

Maybe she was an angel, sent here to make the rain fall.

Or maybe not.

Maybe she was just a girl.

A girl in the rain.

Barefoot.