He was air.
He had atmosphere.
Occasionally arrid, stiff yet
Kind. Sweet like a soft breeze on a hot day carrying the scent of a memory.

She was water.
The earths blood.
The forever giving and desperately taking. An angry crash or a seductive wave caressing the sand at your feet.

They were a storm.
Tempestous and beautiful.
Mixed up in each other's make up. Mirrioring one another.
Trying to understand which color to mimic, which shape to become. Still They attempt to map each other but can't actually predict the weather.
And they never stop trying.