Chapter 1

One day.
Two days.
And more days had gone but still without any news from Wind.
Earth has been patient these days; secretly watching the world goes around and around.
Waiting for at least a word of how and what Wind is doing in far away land.
She used to waiting; as Wind is not the kind to stay.
Wind is restless, in search of something that she, Earth, does not know what.
She will never know. Nevertheless, for her, that is okay. "I will wait."
Of course, she will, for Wind had made a promise; a promise to wait and not running away.

She still remembers that one time when Wind was uncontrollable; in agony. Wind did not say anything. But the silence was terrifying. It was like a peaceful moment before the storm breaks.
And she knew well who or what made him so.
It was she.

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It was rather amazing to think how both Wind and she could to be together. Nobody in the world thought both of them could ever intertwine. Two entities but one form. She was gay, and he was more serious. That time, she was trying her luck. It was lonely back there, for she had nobody to reason with. It was a monsoon season. The sky was gloomy, so did Cloud. Cloud was not at all unkind to murk like that; he had to. However, that was not what caught her attention. It was Wind who was always around and occasionally stops by to say hello. Wind was rather fascinating, especially with her. The feeling was refreshing and new to her. She did not know what it was. She was drawn to Wind each day; his presence made her heart felt intact.
It took her several years to realise that she needed Wind. She was afraid, not knowing what to do. She might be wrong about her feeling; it might not be the same with him, but she wanted to give it a try. She got nothing to lose. She was brave and confident; she was determined that she could give herself a chance to truly understand the feeling.
Cloud was not saying it, but she knew her resolve pained him. She did not see that pain. She could not see it. Cloud was far, unreachable, but always there. For her. The signs never reached her.
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Today, the Sun continues to be extremely unkind to her. The rays are intense; they are smouldering her very bit slowly. She wishes to escape, but her hope is hanging still in the air; that Wind will soon find his way back. She braves the heat, “I will not fall.”
As usual, Cloud is so kind as to protect her and shelters the burning sunlight from every inch of her bosom.
Thankful, Earth looks up to the sky and quietly whispering her gratitude...