Jeanette M.On a sedentary Sunday,
we espy the morning’s bleak grey
outside, smelling the raindrop’s fresh smell
hitting the earth’s dry ground,
genial as love.
With our daily coffee and this cold weather,
you clasping on your fresh brew,
I think of those same fingers keeping our story together:
pure nostalgia.
The optimistic vitality in your eye,
the sound of the rainfall’s lullaby,
I marvel at you
being exuberance, sharing in everyone’s happiness,
sharing happiness wherever you go,
as if you understand- the secret behind love;
I never had to choose between sun and rain.
You make life the perfect paradox.
Through rain and sun, two is better than one.
Landon L., Louisiana, 12th Grade
Victoria M., Guam, 12th Grade
Lindsey H., Virginia, 10th Grade
