She didn't do anything at all except arrived without warning in the middle of the night (right when I least expected it) She walked by me, with a strut in her step smelling like summer causing me to turn my head (even the leaves swayed her way) All she did was look at me with bright, curious eyes filled with mirth and secrets (as if an adventure was about to happen) I tried not to think of her at all not the curves of her body or the stories that she told (you knew there'd never be dull conversations) By then, I couldn't walk away I got caught up in her storm without a care in the world (I was a very good swimmer) She was a hurricane who created her own sunshine.