A Woman By the Water's Edge

I see a woman who is said to be obsessed by water stands by the water’s edge; to her it doesn’t matter if it’s a river, a lake or an ocean, as long as it’s the water; I suppose, it’s because a little stream from a spring within her tender bosom flows incessantly. One gloomy rainy day of autumn a woman in a car by a lakeside is gazing, as droplets, stands on the surface of the water for a moment then disappears leaving ripples behind the rain tapping windshield of the car. The woman in the car is, perhaps, the woman who is fond of the water I suppose. Yet; I wonder, what’s she thinking at this moment. Although mixed thoughts may be whirled in her mystic mind she looks not sad neither happy nor sorrowful or delighted. The rain keeps falling tapping windshield of the car.