Changes in the weather usually summon an emotion, whether its frustration with the driving rain or exhilaration at an unexpectedly warm day in the middle of winter. For me, they evoke a feeling of longing.
When i feel the bitter cold hit my skin

When i watch the snow fall from the sky

When i feel down from the dreary grey clouds

When a strong wind gust whips my hair

When a warm breeze on a cool day kisses my cheeks

When my skin perspires during a heat wave

When i watch the lighting streak the sky during a storm

 

No matter what the change in the weather may be, its always the same. I always think of you; the missing one.

I miss something i never got the chance to know. I never got to know your emotions during a storm, or how a dreary day would affect you. I never got to see how the wind would blow your hair or see you smile as you played in the sun. I never got to witness your excitement seeing the first snowfall of the winter.

The fog is different. I feel you in the fog. The water droplets that saturate the air envelope me in a cold wet hug. As the wetness starts to drench my skin, i pretend its all the kisses you never got to give me. I close my eyes and think of you surrounding me. Even as I stare out into the fog, trying to make out the shapes of a well known landscape, i imagine you out there waiting ,in a place just out of my reach. It was so foggy the night you passed away, just the same as it was the night you were born.