NACR-478 She was wet by the rain... and she couldn't go home.

I fell in love with the poor lady who lived next door, and she came to help with the cooking while my parents were on a trip, and after that, she didn't have an umbrella, came home in the rain, and then came back wet, and seemed to have lost the key, wet hair, the underwear that came out of the white shirt... I can't keep my feelings from the poor thing that's drying my hair.