Anemophile

She stood silently, watching the storm. The moment was too surreal...

She felt calm, yet so excited... Suddenly aware of everything; from the approaching winds, rustling the leaves like waves in the ocean, to the people around her looking for shelter, and the distant smell of wet earth with every breath...

Yet, her own existence was something she could barely discern through the corner of her eyes... As if...

She had become a part of the storm itself...