This is a story of a girl

A little girl sat at the water's edge on a rock platform, her feet perched ontop of a smaller rock beneath her. Rock pools surrounded her and the swash of the waves was less than a stride away from where she sat, on the occurence of a big wave; otherwise no more than three strides away when the waves weren't so strong. The little girl would watch the sea closely so as to be prepared for the strong waves. Each time a strong wave came in, she'd lift her closest foot from the rock it was perched on and stretch it out to try to feel the water, if only through her toes. She loved the feeling of the water running over her skin and needed only for it to glide over her feet for her to feel as if it were surrounding her entire body, as it would if she swam. She could hear the water, she could see the water, she could even smell the water - however it wasn't enough. She wanted to feel the water. But the strong waves barely ever came, and even when they did, she couldn't stretch her feet far enough to reach the water's edge. As close as it was, it was out of reach. And all too soon the swash would turn into backwash, running quickly away from her to be swallowed up by the sea before the clouds could even echo her small voice screaming Come back! Please...come back...