compose

see, there was this one day, when the wind was chilly and it whipped around my bones. the rain's cold fingers penetrated until i was soaked through and my shoes squished. i saw you splash in the puddles. we glanced across the terrain and for a moment, i could see through the drops of water as the putrid haze was washed from the air. i tread on the water like broken glass. a soft sigh from the wind as it finished the gale and i opened my eyes, again, to find you still there. the shards from the storm soaked deep, but there was no bleeding. the day was warm again, and the silence receding. the moment seemed but an apparition, but i wasn't dreaming.