the wind and the rain

a little girl playing in the sand
dancing with joy in the light
twirling away in the summer's wind
and everything was beautifully right

a single drop falls right on my head
and upwards she glances, stunned
but it has passed and onwards she moves
basking with grace in the sun

the smallest of puddles down at her feet
she stomps just to watch it move
she tries to hold some in her hands
and laughs as it falls through

but the little girl's not laughing now
as the storm comes flooding in
knees to her chin, hugging them close
drenched through clothes and skin

everything's lost to the wind and the rain
there's nothing but darkness to see
the little girl's gone and all that remains
is the shell of what was to be

submitted by "the Face of Boe"