Raindroplet

The ground rose very slightly. She pressed on and then she ran straight into them. Not one, not two, not ten, but dozens of wood anemones, their green leaves perfect, their white and purple flowers half open and bespattered with shining raindroplets.

Her hair was webbed by thousands of tiny raindroplets, which sparkled dully in the electric light.

She speaks with her hands, and raindroplets bead on her brow.