Poem by Maeve Culhave, ’27, Photo by Sophia Sontag, ’27.
I used to say I hate the rain and how it turned the world to gray,
A messy blur of muddy tracks that ruined every day.
I hated how the heavy clouds would steal away the light,
And lock me in a chilly room from morning until night.
But then I saw the thirsty trees begin to stand up tall,
And felt a strange, sweet comfort in the rhythm of the fall.
The sound against the windowpane became a steady song,
That made the quiet afternoon feel like it did belong.
Now watching silver droplets as the sky begins to blue,
I realize that I love the rain for making everything feel new
“Wildflowers after Rain” Photo by Sophia Sontag, ’27
