Rain Girl

A boy observes a carefree little girl whose only passion is the rain; as in that's all she talks about. Everyone thinks she depressed but she really just wants to be alone with the rain. On one cares until this boy comes along, and unearths the whole treasure trove of stories and secrets she holds close to her heart guarding it with her life.
A little girl,
Just a little bit lonely,
Loves the rain more than a little,
It rains she dances to the little drops hitting the ground.
*teaser for story*
"Um, hi people my name is Ana; A-N-A one n not 2. And I like the rain, I love the way it feels on my skin and the sound it makes. My favorite color is overcast grey because that's when the rain comes; aw rain I love it so much." Her voice sounded like rain pounding the roof, and she had a lisp, her eyes lit up when ever she said rain. She must really like the rain, I heard mom say that if you focus too much on the things that you love then soon you will never ever let it go until you're gone. Or you turn into in. She certainly did look like rain, from her toes to her short chocolate hair. Her eyes were the sky or clouds, hair the mud made of rainwater and dirt, sun dress the rainbows blooming behind the clouds, voice rain pouring it's heart out, lisp the rivers forming in a person's mind from insparation placed there by the rain. She was a rain storm.