opening the screen door

to the new world outside,

the light rain was falling to the ground

in tiny drops --

drops so minuscule that her eye could not even see

them, no matter how hard she tried.

she stepped outdoors,

one little footstep in front of the other;

the chilly air clinging to her arms and legs,

the hair on her body sticking up

and grasping to any heat source available.

however,

the cool breeze didn't bother her.

she continued walking on the rain-ridden sidewalk 

as many more droplets fell;

onto her soft face, her mess of hair, her once warm clothes --

and she loved,

and cherished,

every second of it.