Hidden in the Rain
The drops falling cooly on my face
the frosted damp air tracing it's finger up my back
shivers spreading from my spine
I looked down, the puddle at my feet
one drop, cascading off my nose,
splashing in the puddle
the ringlets raidiating outwards
blurring my figure, like a fog rolling over the meadow
to hide it's flaws and beauties
as the rain hides me from others
~Shana~
Spring 1999
