The dance between wind and rain is so beautiful
the way your presence pierces through my untouchable being.
You see me, bond with me, dance with me,
until we grow heavy and fall to the Earth.
As our bodies moved closer, the storm grew stronger.
My hands dared to wade in the pools of your own,
my eyes drawn to the ripples in yours,
to the allure of your skin.
The rich beauty of your thoughts, once sealed away
in the vastness of your ocean,
rises into cloud and sings in the atmosphere of my mind.
In this moment, this truly sacred moment, I see you.
I taste the beauty of water, and it will forever have residence in my mind.
But when the rain stops, the storm clears,
and your thoughts return to the sea,
my wanting breeze drifts down from the open sky.
I dance across your ocean surface, longing to go deeper,
but as I glide over the reflection of your mind,
I realize my wind can never penetrate your sea.
Unlike the weight of a rock, I will never sink into your depths.
This knowing made me envious.
My gentle breeze swirled into a monstrous tornado,
trying to tear through your oasis,
begging to understand, to discover your hidden wonders.
But without rain, a storm loses its grace.
It loses the power to heal dry leaves,
to nurture young seedlings.
In forcing my way into your waters, I betrayed who I was.
Wind is the element of freedom, yet I bound myself to your ocean.
I begged for a storm, pleaded to God for a miracle,
but this is Southern California,
and it’s true what they say about the rain.
From the cloudless sky, I watch you shimmer
as you kiss the Earth,
as your waves are drawn toward his cliff.
I watch you dance, and it is beautiful.
The Earth and Sea belong together,
and the wind should not belong in that picture.
I don’t know if the soft touch of my breeze
could make you smile the way he does.
I don’t know if my breath is enough
to support you the way his surface does.
I know what we had was real, that the storm was beautiful.
But maybe a clear, sunny day is what you need.
Maybe a cloudless sky is better than stormy weather.
And as the wind, I only want to see you happy.
Because the only thing more beautiful than the storm
is the sparkle of the sea.
The way people long to play in your waves,
the way they dedicate their lives
just to afford a moment in your presence.
The storm is fleeting,
but you are eternal.
So please, continue to do what makes you happy.
Continue to waltz with the Earth,
to bring joy to those who seek your shores.
Whatever you touch becomes beautiful,
and even from my cloudless sky, I will watch in joy.
I will support you however I can,
be there for you, even from above.
Yes, I’ll miss the rain.
I will never forget its beauty.
But I will look forward to seeing you smile,
to hearing your laughter ripple across the shore.
Please live an incredible life
and if you ever need an escape, a friend, a place to rest,
send a cloud my way,
and I will always be there.