In a nutshell

You were all the delight of an afternoon sun - you were the reason to live, the reason I breathe, all that I see.

When you left, my skies gathered and whirled into an ominous, frightful storm. It raged on, trying to exile my memories of a better afternoon.

It didn’t know.

That you were the blood in my veins.
You were the smell before rain.

And I will never fear anything again.