She stood there.
Rain pelted down around her. It spattered against her clear umbrella, sliding along the plastic like endless tear drops.
Humidity toyed with her hair. The ends twisted and coiled until it frizzed about her. Black strands reached for the inner curves of the umbrella as if drawn by a magnetic.
Yet, she stood there.
Even as water splashed against her ebony school shoes. Even as her ivory socks drank themselves sodden. Even as her hand grew slick as it grasped the umbrella handle.
She still stood there, brown eyes watching, waiting. Who was she waiting for? I don’t know. I saw no one glance her way, but she kept on waiting.
Inspired by artist Sangrde’s ‘Waiting For You‘ from Deviantart.