Beautiful, so

Like raindrops sliding down a mountain side.

It seemed that tear would take days to make it to her chest.

Like in the time it took her to cry,

I could've gone out and fixed my whole damn head.

Then it hits,

as another rolls they all let go, tumbling.

An avelanche, a rainstorm.

She becomes a hurricane.

Cascasding down, full bellowing cheeks

off the tip of her freckled chin...

"Beautiful, so

as it is

just as she is.

A little and then

all too much at once...

How must painful that must be

on her poor heart."

He thought

n.f.