The Water Cycle

I just got stuck in a rainstorm walking back to Jon's apartment. It was pretty heavy rain & me with no umbrella. I turned onto Jon's street & was noticing how good rain drops feel on the palm of my hand & thinking about how I rarely feel raindrops on my palms when a young girl, maybe eight, jumped out of her apartment intot he rain & danced in a circle, whipping the shiny tips of her twists around her head. Then she stopped and looked at me (I was about ten feet away from her) and shot me a huge smile. She leapt back to her building but the door had locked behind her. She rang the button but there was no response. As I neared Jon's building I could still hear her pounding on the wood door to hers.