Her Fondness for Rains

Ever since she was a child she loved the rain. The rain loved her even more. winds would send her a strong smell of welcome and the first drops of rain would knock her door, urging her to come out. Tiny drops of rain loved running down her rose red cheeks.
the winds would carry to her the most beautiful of flowers for she was the most beautiful phenomenon they had ever seen in the billion years they blew; she
would smile and put in in her hair.
the grass didn't mind being stepped on by her for every time she moved her toes would set a soulful symphony below. and for her shoes.... those poor souls/soles tore everytime she danced in the rain. she loved sticking her tongue out to taste the rain,for every time she did it reminded her of home.