The Night I Met Her

I clearly remind that night, the night I met her. The skies had been cying all day, and I was returning home, at that moment I couldn't say if my face was covered in the sky tears, or in my own. I suddenly stopped, in the middle of the street, no soul was to be seen outside, I was completely soaked, alone, under the rain. That's when I heard it, a faint voice... a tone... a melody... a song...someone.

I ran through the streets as fast as I could, only trying to reach that voice, the world outside the path between me and that voice, was gone. I reached the park, the air was cold, everything was slippery, and the rain hadn't decrease, not even a bit. There I was, in the cold park, where trees had lost their leaves, and there she was too, sitting on a thin branch of a naked tree, singing a song which filled my heart with joy, she was almost naked, only wearing a soft and thin white cotton dress, which was turning transparent because of the rain, she had a beautiful voice, like an angel, her skin was pale, she was very short, with a childish but piercing look in her emerald green eyes with bits of ruby, her hair was the color of silver, with the edges in a tanned gold, if she was standing, her hair must have reched her ankles.

She was in the exact same situation as me, except for one only thing: she was smiling.
When I heard her name, I knew I had fall in love, in the very first moment I saw her. Her name was like the whisper of the wind across a field of rusty leaves, like the moon lighting the dark, over the sea.
Her name was... Sanya.