This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Wells chapter and does not reflect the views of Her Campus.
Dancing between the raindrops
Doesn’t that sound fun?
I’ll hold your hand,
You hold mine.
I feel the first drops on my nose
Welcoming my freckled face
Soon enough, I am drenched
At some point, our hands slipped away from one another.
Your laughter fills the air
As I twirl and leap between the droplets of cold rain
Your hair is soaked and slick
You call my name as you jump into a big puddle
My clothes get even more soaked,
But I shrug it off and continue to run,
Dancing between the raindrops