I am wind.
I am always passing through, leaving things in a ruckus in my wake.
She is water.
She is always gentle, messiah to billions.
Together, we are a storm. We dance, we laugh, and we forget everything. When she is with me, I make her feel like she can break anything. She becomes ruthless in her almighty fury and I, cold as ice.
Sometimes, she soothes me. I lull to the trees, people come to play. They no longer revere me as a frightening supreme.
She loves me when I caress her soft face. I love her when she strokes my hair.
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