she sits there
her fingertips painting in the puddles
her hair soaked and raindrops
falling down slowly
precisely
she looks like she's in pain
but she is making art
in places others might see as dark
lonely
she is grinning in mischievous goodness
the kind of plotting and planning
that leads to happiness for others in the end
she orchestrated all those little moments
bringing her friends closer
her love more loving
and her world a little brighter
because in the rainy days
there's still a shine in the sky from the sun
and she is the sun on that rainy day