Her Name Was Rain The first time, I saw her, was also in the rain, running and laughing, like a child her beautiful hair all wet, tangled, and flying wild, her attire clinging to her body and her body soaking wet, leaving nothing to imagine, tantalising from every side a woman like no one, a woman of her own kind, dreamy, with a smile, a footstep so light, delicate like a gazelle, and a strong mind, her eyes, like lightening, her laughter, a sound like a thunder, you’d hear in the woods, a tinkling bell you’d hear in a temple, like a nursery rhyme, you’d sing to a child! She grabbed my umbrella, and threw it on the ground, she dragged me with her to run wild in the rain she rained with laughter, she ran with rain, pouring, colouring everything in water colours drenched and wet, and beckoning me to follow her lead, she ran away again, she taught me she caught my imagination, I love rain rain ...