Today I was Looking out the window after a short but harsh storm and I saw a girl. She looked cold, wet and pale. All that she was wearing was some shabby and soggy clothes and a shabby old towel. Her feet were pale, vainy, wet and shoe less. Her black hair was dripping like morning dew. Her icy gray eyes glistened in the uprising sun. Instead of jumping over puddles like other little girls do she waled strait through them because she was too weak. I felt coldness inside. I was just about to bolt down the stairs to go outside and bring her in to shelter, but when I saw her smile I felt warmer and left her be.