He is the wind
I am the rain
We both bring joy
We both bring pain.

The starving souls
gasping for air,
Our violence wrought
we are a pair.

Thunder erupts
tempers fly,
Disembodied
tears I cry.

Chaos now
A striking hand,
He forces my tears
to drown the land.

Even as
his will is done,
My clouds are all
that block the sun.

I am abused
I am shamed
Yet I will be
Forever blamed.

Destruction plagued
a baron land,
He caused the tears
that quenched the sand.

The storm is calm
our quarrel dissolved,
Apologetic
he starts to sob.

I hold him close
his wounds I tend,
No longer will
I seek the end.
What chance is there
to break this trend?
The rain cannot
outrun the wind.