There was a smile on her face
When it started
The smell she inhaled
Later she looked down towards the shower of the rain
Then towards her broken leg
The smile was on way to disappearance
The tears were on the edge of her eyes
She imagined the last shower of the rain
Which she enjoyed
But now here she is
Siting alone besides the window panel
Looking the roiling drops of rain
With the drooping tears from her eyes.
She is the girl with plaster who loves rain