Red Ballons

She looks like the sun peaking through the clouds on a warm morning.
Her scent, a desert after rain and a fresh cup of coffee.
A voice like a Spanish guitar softly being strummed.

He loved sun peaking through clouds. Especially on warm mornings. He grew up in the desert and cherished the smell after rain. He drank one cup of coffee every morning. He loved the sound of Spanish guitars being played.

But he looked a gloomy day when the sun his behind the clouds.
His scent, the spray of an ocean after hitting a rock and freshly cut grass.
A voice like a dark and stormy night.

But she loved gloomy days. She grew up by the beach and cherished the smell of the sea. She lays in her freshly cut lawn to watch the stars during the summer. She loved the sound of thunder.