The Little Girl In the Rain

I can still remember the little girl, Out there in the rain, Happy that her tears were not seen, Shivering to her bones, Out in the wild night, The night did not scare her, It was the blurred sight of her loved one going away, That scared her. He left her in the darkness, Confident that she would find her way. He was so right, Just to himself. Little that she was, She turned around to spot a pebble to play, No pebbles to be found around, she turned to see, If any orphan pup would be found in the rain, Like the one found in all fairy tales, No pup to be found, she ran about in the muddy puddles, Splashing water, this time on no one, but herself. . . The water dripped off her white sleeves, And the ends of her petticoat, And her lovely baby hair that hung til her shoulders, And so did that blurred sight. . .