This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Wells chapter.
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