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there was once a woman who was loved by the wind. the wind would lick at her face greedily and he would taste the warmth from her. because of that her skin would dry and she would quickly escape into her house. when she would finally go outside, he would gust by and grab her at her dresses. her face would turn red, and she would have to walk the other way. he tried instead to caress her hair, but she would get angry and drive more instead of walk. the wind did not enjoy this, he would call out her name softly at first then to voiceless scream, having her feel insane. all it did was make her turn her back to him even more so.

after years of chasing her, lifting up her skirt and acting foolishly boyish, Wind turned bitter. he would weep uncontrollably sometimes, drowning the world in his sadness. he would whip all those who crossed his path; rip out massive things and throw them as hard as possible. no pity came from her, just fright and sickness. the wind went away to avoid being dangerous and ha traveled the world, never forgetting her. the wind saw new faces and followed other women who noticed him in a way the first never did. he enjoyed company of others and they enjoyed his. he would notice the woman getting smaller and smaller in his mind. after many years he found himself leaning near a window looking in at her. he didn't realize it was her at first... she looked older, he could tell by the lines in her hands and face. yet she was still so beautiful. he wasn't peeping, for she was crying not undressing. seeing her cry made him start to tear up as well, and his drops pit pattered on her house. her crying became more incessant and they cried together harmoniously. the woman looked outside of her window sill and noticed the teardrops hitting the glass. roused with emotion, she walked outside still crying, and was drenched by the winds devoted tears. she reached her arms out towards the sky, towards the wind; and he delightfully and gently held her. she cried on and on until they both had no more tears to drop. as her eyes dried the wind stopped carrying drops in the air. the wind encouraged the sun to come out and she smiled. the wind smiled around her and warmly dried her clothes. she finally noticed the wind and he was happy.