Air

A boy walked from the water, the wind blowing his somehow dry hair out of his face.

The girl at the edge of the lake smiled.

"Your awfully wet," They boy said smiling.

The girl stood up and wadded into the pool, "It was raining, what can I say?"

The boy tucked some of her black hair behind her ear. "If it was raining, why did you stay?"

"I like water."

"I know."

They sat back at the shore, hot dry wind blew at them, drying the girl.

"Where is your friend?" The boy asked. "I thought I heard him."

"Oh," The girl said, looking down. "He left when the rain came."

The boy nodded, smiling, "Maybe it came to drive him away."

"Maybe it did," She responded, smiling right back at him.

Overhead, there was the sound of thunder.