Here but not Hearing

I looked up at his big, fish-like eyes. I smiled, he likes fishing yet his eyes remind me of fish. A clash of thunder starts rolling, and his lips are moving. "What?" I shout through the noise, and his lips move again. The rain clouds my vision and I can't read his lips. He looks panicked, and a wave of fear washes through me. What's going on? When I look down, I see the water parting ways, making a path. What's happening? I look back at him, but he's gone. I'm alone, and there's only one path to make. Here's to a new journey.