Stupid.

Too stupid, too careless. Too easy to drive the breeze away, with a thoughtless word or action. Or the lack thereof. And yet the breeze returns, even when he is undeserving. Unthinking.

He longs for the breeze, for the gentle balm of the soul.

Drained.

Dark clouds threaten to overwhelm the blue skies, but rays of sunshine streak through the gaps. A gentle breeze that caresses the cheek. The gloom remains, but begins to dissipate. And then light rain begins to fall, pattering softly on the grassy hills.

The sun struggles to break through the clouds.