The Wind

She rose early. Very early, when the first streaks of light were coming into the sky. The sight was magical across the expanse of sky and plain that she called home. She stood in the middle of an open place, and felt faint dawn breezes playing with her hair, and making her want to dance. She did, and so did the pale gold boy far out on the plain, who was laughing at her. And they were both laughing at everyone else. The plain rolled empty away in every direction, and the first streaks of sunlight laughed at the plain and the sky, and the world was full of joy.
She laughed inside all day, the brown boy that stood silently some way away as she worked the fields in the hot sunshine saw it, but noone else did. He smiled, and a cool breeze stole away the cruelty from the air, and some of the colour in her cheek.
The sun did not die magnificently, he slowly faded, a lingering passing, and she watched in mute understanding. The wind pulled her away, the insistent touch on her body called her to follow the path it ran across the sky. She smiled and looked at him- he ran lightly, his body beautiful with joy. She stood still and watched, though the joy she had held within her streamed away to join him on the backdrop of infinite skies, and coloured in all the hues, coincidentally, of the sunset.
That night, the storm tore around the house, she watched the violent movements that assaulted the darkness and made the house the intolerable evil. They did not notice when she left the house, the sounds outside blocked everything out. She saw, walking out onto the plain, the dark man waiting for her silently, like a magnet drawing her into the heart of the storm. His black eyes danced now, the gale blew until her clothes flapped like a pennant on the crest of a hill. The lighting flashed once, threatening to split the sky wide open. It didn't.
The next morning, looking at her, they noticed she had been out into the night. Her appearance was as usual, but she never would come back. The winds had claimed her soul.