The world was quiet except for the pitter patter of the rain that kissed the ground.

It trickled down his body, making his clothes cling heavily this body.

How he wished that he had been clung onto just like this.

"Lift me higher!" She demanded, yelling in joy as he obliged her.

His beautiful princess.

Her tiny voice was all he needed.

All he could think about was the sound of her steps as she ran, barefoot in the rain.

The sound of her giggles when he caught her and danced with her in the rain.

Slowly he moved. Dancing. Alone.

By the time this mist clears
I'll be running with my feet