He was like the wind. That kind of wind that blows in those turbulent autumm days, makin' the leaves fall, tossin' everyones hair, being naughty. You wouldn't find the exact words to describe him even if you looked for them forever. He was unpredictable, quick, intense, unmanageable, strong and weak at the same time, cold, freezing cold, warm, fuckin' warm, he was everything. He was fuckin' everything. Almost invisible but so tangible you could feel his heart beating from the other side of the street. You couldn't help feeling him, in your forehead, in your neck, in your skin: yeah, he was like the wind. She was made of water, of seas. Every time she was walking down the streets the sky started rainin'. They were both dancing to a song so loud and quivering it seemed like a scene from another time, another land. She loved to get wet and she used to jump in all the little puddles, and sometimes, when she had a day crazy enough, even if the big ones. Her voice was the melody of the waves, and every atom of her body was forever in love with the drops of the ocean. When people met her they always used the words "like the rain", but they were utterly wrong, she wasn't like the rain: she was the rain. One day, one random day of a random year in a random city, they collided: in the same night, the same hour, the same skin, the same mattress. He fell in love with her seas and she thought she could stay to feel his soft breeze forever. And suddenly she was pouring hard, and suddenly he was blowin' with the rage of a tornado, and the fuckin' storm they created felt like the end of the world. Like the beginning.