30 Days 30 Stories, Installment 8, Why the Wind Dies

Long ago, the wind was free. It blew where it wanted and roamed the earth and the heavens. It would play in the East and the West, it had many friends and a few enemies, it would frolic and dance over the ground and the seas. But then one day, the sun was sad. The bright golden orb did not shine as brightly, it was clouded and in a haze of sorrow. The wind, a happy soul at heart, tried to comfort the sun, and when it finally did get her attention (dancing as it was around the earth, and making games of leaves and flowers), she smiled on him so brightly, the wind fell completely and forever in love.

Now, the wind is desperately in love with the sun. And so, when it is windy when the clouds roll in it is because the wind is chasing the golden orb of its love. And when it is calm when it is sunny it is because the wind is at peace; it's love is near.

Sometimes, of course, the sun is bright and shining and the wind races with pleasure over the earth, happy to see it.

At night sometimes the wind rushes toward the moon, trying to get near the sun. Or stay under the sun's bright rays reflected by her night-time looking glass.

And then there are the saddest times; when the wind dies. It has given up hope. The clouds are thick or it is night and there is no wind at all? The wind has died of love.