She was a cloud in the sky.
Drifting, changing,
Becoming and going where ever she wanted.
He was a field of flowers.
Bright, happy,
Giving warmth and happyness to whoever crossed his path.

One day, the cloud and the medows met.
They gazed upon each other;
Traded secrets, traded beauty.
Then she left.
Drifted with the wind.
Found an other feild.
He stay'd.
Waited for her.
Missed her shade.
Was prepaird to even take her storm just to see the rainbow she would make for him.

And she drifted.
And he waited.