THE SUN

It was raining like if it never rained before.
She found some refuge under my leaves when she arrived. Her light dress was completley wet and sticked to her body as a second skin. Her long brown hair was falling on her face heavy with rain in every curl. She was keeping her arms around her breast trying to warm up a bit. She was so beautiful!
After a while we saw him walking towards us. Her cheeks blushed; she smiled.
The sun was there.

(The Olive Tree Tales)