Drip.
She was angry.
Drip.
She was scared.
Drip.
She was sad...
Drip.
...and she took it out on us.
Drip, drip, drip.
She pushed down harder.
The drip turning into a patter...
Smiling, the beat down on us.
...and the patter grew stronger.
Strong and powerful.
Lonely and weak.
and then the storm was over; then she was at peace.