she lays on the wet grass...she lays there as the steady rain falls all around her...she's waiting for that moment to breath. that moment to move and to be seen. she laid there in her restless sleep...the rain is steady and soft. the rain was warm and comforting...the rain to her was a comfort in her lonely days, it rained when she needed it the most...it rained when she needed to cry...it was like the rain was crying for her...so there she lays in the grass...in the rain...she waits...waits for the moment to breath...to move and to be seen... the rain is soft and warm as it hits her skin...its a comfort as it sets around her. the rain is steady...the rain is soft...as she lays there in the grass.