Nephele
Cold, she awoke to the sun splashing across her face.
Billowy white, gliding over the blue, she visited her sisters from time to time, extending pallid vortices over which she walked. They would share pleasantries, riding the currents. Sometimes they would run into another relative, and discuss what to do about the weather.
As night fell, she said fair-well to her kin. She vaulted herself up.
Closing eyes and tilting back, he caught the rain as it began to fall. Water droplets in his hair not unlike fingers running through, dripping down his back not unlike an embrace, and rain tasting not unlike a kiss. His hair began to dry, and in that moment, his mind opened and saw a maiden in the last sunbeam, falling back to the sky.
