Clearing the clouds

The skies filled with fierce clouds. Almost instantly the wrath of the icy cold rain fell, striking the wet pavement that lay between his legs. He hopped along the road as he dodged the puddles of water that were scattered throughout the streets.

“Wait, where are you going?” A woman’s voice came from behind him, protruding the silent sound of raindrops splashing against the pavement. He turned, looking at the lady adorned in a silky white robe, whom stood frozen still against the backdrop of rain behind her. The black makeup, collected by the rain, dripped slowly down her face.

“I’m leaving.” He said bluntly, staring at her with sorrowful eyes.

The rain started pouring harder and harder, making them move closer to one another.

She looked at him puzzlingly, “You can’t leave, they will find you, and if you leave they will kill you.”

“By god let them. I would rather die than live in this god forsaken place.” He said as anger filled his voice.

“But if you leave I shall never see you again. You will leave not only this town, but you will leave me. For you know that I shall stay.”

He stopped, his feet soaked into the mud beneath him. “I shall never leave you.” He stayed facing away from her. “You shall be with me on my journey, I will think of you often.”

“But I shall never see you again. What about me?”

“You shall live your life, and you will live it well. I will be with you and that is all that should matter.”

He left and never turned back. She followed for a moment but then considered it useless. She never saw him again.   

A few years later the clouds cleared the skies and the sun shone bright as she worked through the fields. It had been since he left that the crops started growing well. Once in a while she would go down by the river to sit and think of her old love. As time went on his face grew more and more unfamiliar. It was only when she saw the growing crops in the fields when she truly felt as if he was around.