No one noticed her admiration for the twilight in this week's winter storm.
Up there, he admired her purity and beauty, feeling that what he saw was fictitious.
The only secret they shared was the storms because it was in the fear of electricity and the darkness of the clouds that they found themselves, it was far from everything that love flourished, it was only in these minutes that they loved each other.
From Earth, she watched with dread the thunder and heavy rain, but remained optimistic for the end of the storm.
The difference that separated them was almost as big as the love they had for each other, she being human remained sitting on a rock looking at him camouflaged in the clouds like a God he was.
The lovers said goodbye when the clouds gently covered the hills and this delicacy was transmitted by the cool breeze that blushed her female face as if it were a sweet kiss from her beloved.
Only she knew that those moments was real, real as the love for him and it was with tears in her eyes that she saw him leave, always hoping to see him again.
It was when the brightness of the sun arrived that marked the farewell but also the hope because in that blue and gray sea of the sky, the heat appeared and she would remember the flame in her soul left by her love.
