The wind outside blew hard and the sun was still shining. The quiet rain started to come down harder and louder. A spring shower. Sabrina emerged from the house with only a slip like nightgown on. The material quickly soaked up the material but Sabrin didn't notice. Her face was upturned to the wet and wonderful coldness of fresh rain. Childhood memories urged her to dancing in circles to the rhythm of the rain going faster and faster until she collapsed on the grass and lay with her body stretched out to the four cornes of the earth, entranced in a lost memory.