The water was new,

Still.

Pure.

With nothing to abuse her.

Nothing to harm her.

Peace.

Then The Storm came.

True, there were Ripples before

that made the Water crash

in ways she didn't before.

But these small splashes

could not compare

to The Storm

that lie ahead.

What made The Storm so powerful?

Maybe it was the way he appeared.

So calm.

So benevolent.

So kind.

Or maybe it was the way he left.

With no warning,

No sign.

Or maybe it was the way

he continued to send her waves

Even after he left.

Just to remind her

that he was gone.

But no.

It was not the way he came,

or left.

Or anything in between.

It was the way

he made her feel.

When The Storm was there,

She felt

Full,

Powerful.

But when he left.

She felt

Nothing.

But everything all at once.

Water and The Storm.

She and He.