Paper Planes

So Free

As it started to rain, she watched.

She watched people roll up the windows of their cars.

She watched people pull out umbrellas, and rush for the door.

She watched people pull their jackets tight around their frames.

She watched as people kept their heads down, not daring to look up at the sky.

She didn't do this...

She grabbed his hand, and pulled him out from under their cover.

"What're you doing?" He asked, laughing.

"Just come on!" She responded.

The rain started falling heavier.

He pulled her back to him, "we're soaked." He whispered.

"No, we're free." She whispered back. Clutching onto his black T-shirt. "Look at those people," then she pointed to the people with their umbrellas.

"They're hiding. Everyone's always hiding. I'm always hiding. You make me not what to hide, you make me want to live. Don't you see?" She asked eagerly, his smile grew.

"Yeah," he said. "I see."

And they stood in the rain, alone.

But so free.