Wind

The wind is ferociously blowing, Creaking the walls and escaping through the cracks in the window frame. I close my eyes and think of you. Think of the wind that I used to hate so much. It blew through your window, so strong that it broke our frame. I resented it so much then, and now I want to run outside and stand in it. Let it blow my hair and chill my skin. The familiar, familiar wind. I close my eyes and pretend I'm with you. Pretend I'm home. And then I hear the rain. It sounds like thousands of little pebbles being dropped outside my window, and I snap back to reality. Snap back to the world I'm in. The world without you, the world without wind.

And then I just enjoy the rain.