Beauty is...The way the wind blows your hair into your face at the start of a summer storm. The rain begins to fall gently at first, then pouring down with big droplets as big as your eyes. You smile and laugh as the downpour causes your make-up to run, you could care less, you're having too much fun. Afterwards, the storm's past- You bite your lip with a pouty frown, the bare flesh underneath your clinging wet dress visible and tempting. You... All packaged in a size eighteen, you are with out a doubt the most beautiful creature that I've ever seen.
