Some let life's storms tarnish them, but she was different. Even the most vehement downpour could not break her spirit. She saw it as an opportunity to be cleansed, to rise again glowing radiantly in a tainted world.

There was something so enchanting about August rain. You still had the excitement of summer, yet there was the underlying anticipation of the stillness of fall.

And underneath the harvest moon she hummed the tune of a distant lullaby, reminding her the heart was nothing more than a setting sun preparing for a glowing consummation.

She learned to rejoice in the chaos, for without the darkness she would be blind to the light.

There are these moments where I forget you ever existed, and there are others when I can't imagine how I will ever exist without you.

She was reminiscent of a first autumn leaf, patiently waiting to surrender herself to the cooling earth. For she knew without change growth was impossible, and without transformation she would never reach her intended destination.