Standing in the Rain

The vignette I wrote in my journal, I really like it. Here it is:

The mist swirled around the young girl in a ruby red dress. Her bare toes curled around the dew covered grass. She lifted her face towards the sky, small droplets of water gently placing themselves on her rosy cheeks. She closed her eyes and slowly turned around in a circle with her arms slightly back as if she was ready to take flight. It seemed as if she was remembering something; the corners of her mouth hinted at the smallest of smiles. She opened her eyes and stood still, a single tear barely discernible among the rain drops on her gentle face. Her arms lowered, and she walked away uncertainly, uncertain of what she would do next.