natural;

she walks her dog
the rain splashes around her
the dog trots through the puddles
the drops soak through her hair; she looks like she's been in the rain for hours
she catches a glimpse of her reflection in a parked car
the dog almost runs into it
she smiles a bit to herself
will anyone believe her inner beauty?
will anyone fall in love with her; all of her; no questions asked?
could anyone ever caress her face the way the raindrops do?
the little wonders of the way she is; and the way she embraces her world
the dog pulls at the leash and she's relieved from these twisted turns of fate.
her favorite part of the rain is how the drops seem to wrap her in their water;
they're the best disguise for her tears...

&&none of this makes sense;
 
J.