Grim

And the storm raged. Sheets of rain are illuminated briefly by the flashes of silver lightning, their crashing against my windowpane smashing apart my half-formed dreams. I lie awake in ruffled sheets, twisting, turning, unable to drift to the Sandman's realm. The urge grows, slowly but steadily in my chest, twitching my toes, my fingers clenching and unclenching. I cannot take this any longer.
I jerk bolt upright, ramrod straight amidst a maze of confusion. The pattering against glass grows louder and louder, parallel with my burning desire. I grip brass poles lining my bedstead, knuckles powder-white, trembling, trembling.

it calls you. it calls you to leave. safe havens crumble beneath its siren song. she's out there, in the storm, in the white. she's waiting for you. go. find her.

And my legs move with a force not of my own, I gasp for struggling breath as I crash through my oaken door, my fingers fumble for the key as I open my front gate. I run.
I escape into the white. It pushes me back, screaming at me to return to my cove, to my paradise. I push forward, raindrops, teardrops slicing into my exposed flesh, beating me with minuscule fists. I stumble, I slip, I crawl. I lose track of how long I fight upon forsaken roads, with only the company of madmen, of those who seek what I seek. Water gushes past my shivering feet, its icy cold threatening to overwhelm. The roar of thunder drowns out my chattering teeth.

And then I see her.

Resplendent in midnight black, raven hair streaming amidst the howling gale. She steps demurely, tentatively, but to me it seems like she is dancing in the storm, her form contorting almost mystically in the white darkness. The trees bow down before her (or is it merely the wind?), the grass parts before her every step.
I realize that the drops streaming down my face come not from the clouds. I love her. It feels as if she had known me since before I was born, had watched and waited for me all my life, and will be there with open arms to embrace me, when I breathe my last. She is the one certainty, the one inevitability, the one reality in my life. She is what I seek amidst the storm.

As she dances beneath the blood red moon, I fall in love with ________.