She sat in her room as the rain poured down. She watched as lightning lit up the night sky. As thunder beat the sky like a drum. BOOM…BOOM, BA, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!

She remembered his rain. The soft pitter, patter it used to make. And the warmth it put in her heart.

She listened as the wind whipped around her house. As it shook the shutters angrily. As if it was missing part of itself, like part of its strength.

But his wind. His wind use to make heat. Warmth and comfort. When it would whistle past her ear she knew he was near. She stared at the dark clouds in the sky. The pale gray clouds. She remembered the color of his face on that cold, horrible, dreadful day.

She remembered the day he had left her life forever.