Mist

The breath and tantalizing of mid morning dew.
My gown practically cascades around me as I run into the forest. I am alone.

Bittersweet bliss until I run into the pouring rain.

Exhilaration,

Breathtaking,

Smooth and damp my skin is and I keep running from the yelps and shrieks for me to come back.

I look at the sunrise, and I continue my quiet dance of cascading skirts and my rustling shoes.

Serene and giving, I call the rain.