The Girl Inside Me

There's a girl I know who spends most of her time hiding. I catch a glimpse of her occasionally in the quiet moments, in the silence of midnight or the still of early morning.

Her eyes are constantly lifted to a ceiling of cloudy blue sky. Their depths are mirrored in hers. They are windows to her soul, and in them I sometimes catch sight of forever. 

A gentle breeze blows her hair behind her and brings her home, and the smells of rain and wind and sunlight keep her from falling. Beauty and life sustain her soul and appear in her smile. Thoughts of flying fill her dreams.

And her arms are outstretched to embrace it all, while musings of love and forever dance in her head. 

She especially likes rain. During the day she goes out and stands in it and lets it roll down her face and arms and into her hair. At night she pulls up the blinds, opens the window and watches the raindrops hit the pavement. Usually she prays for a thunderstorm. It's been 561 days since she dragged herself out of bed at 5:30 in the morning to watch real lightning flash. She finds the sound of thunder both comforting and terrifying. 

I think this girl is beautiful. I used to see her more but she keeps leaving and it's getting harder and harder to find her. 

I wish she would come back.