This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Utica chapter.
The transparent melancholy of rain
Drops whisper
No.
No you cannot come outside.
But then, the sun.
The delightful feeling of comfort.
The expansion of light
Freedom.
Sage Green
The sun after rain
The aroma of vanilla and oak
They all remind me of you
You with hair of gold
Rugged hands that never hesitate to hold mine
Radiating
Devotion, loyalty,
Love.
That smile of glowing happiness
This is forever,
Sage green,
The sun after rain,
Vanilla and oak,
This is you.