He had always enjoyed storms, they were everything he was not. Water poured out of the sky, connected the heavens to the ground. Wind swept across the landscape and lightning across the sky. All of the elements combined. Except fire. But a storm was also like fire, each raindrop hitting the ground was an explosion, lightning setting the clouds ablaze in light, wind fanning the fire. She was like rain. She was balm to his burns. Together they were heaven and earth, tiger and dragon, ying and yang. They were the moon and the sun. A solar eclipse.