Hayley Marie Coppin has no intention of letting a little rain ruin her afternoon, and frankly, the rain seems grateful for the company. Out in a wild meadow scattered with purple wildflowers and tall dried cattail stems, the sky a soft overcast grey overhead, she raises a black umbrella on its elegant wooden handle above her head and tips her face up to the drops with an enormous, uncontrollable laugh. Clothes are an afterthought she has already left behind somewhere between the gate and the flowers, and she could not care less, her long blonde hair falling loose around her shoulders as she dances barefoot through the wet grass.
She spins, she stretches, she tilts the umbrella back and lets the raindrops fall wherever they please, all bare golden skin and absolute freedom, the wildflower meadow her private stage and the overcast sky her spotlight. Hayley is laughing so hard it has become infectious, utterly gorgeous and completely unapologetic as she twirls the umbrella and shakes her hair in the rain. This is what it looks like when someone is entirely in their element.