little girl in the meadow

It's getting close to crunch time--hell, it is crunch time. Only a few more weeks til my comprehensive exams. I'm studying Yeats today and before I even cracked the book (Collected Works, of course), I pictured a young girl standing in a meadow--all light blues, violets, and gold--staring up at the blue sky. Strangely, this girl's mouth is open, waiting--it seems--for the rain. I think this is an apt description of myself right now.