They had a history,
they always had.

She was the Sky, her world was a beautiful place where snow capped the mountains and warm seas graced the shores, the land was fertile and the air clean. She, as it appeared to him, personified this. When he gazed into those eyes he saw life, as if the world had been plucked from the heavens and gifted to her. Within that world contained every forest, every storm, every ocean and all the deserts combined, it was a beauty beyond description and yet he tried.

He was the Earth, from another place, similar in many ways but different in many more, the mountains were strong and tall, the land stretched far until it faded away. His canyons were deep but the oceans were mightier. His heart was made from earth, warm under the sun and warmed from its core. The stars illuminated it, never letting the shade take it whole. This land was one of dreams; stories told for untold generations had shaped it and thus his place. It was an ancient world; it was as much a part of him as he was part of it.

They first met in ice, not in terms but within it. She radiated and warmed him before he knew her. He was a curious type and curiosity got the best of him in the end. At first she was a storm, beautiful in form but untameable and natural. Being of the earth he understood this, and as the rain wears down mountains he waited until she blended into him.

They began from a distance, their natures were alien, new and yet like a newborn views the world, it was intense, vibrant but naturally, familiar.
He watched her flow and reform a thousand times over before him, her form ever changing and because of this, she remained the same.

She looked at the earth as never before, its vast space had been impenetrable before, but now, she noticed herself weaving into its fabric and watched new life spring from once barren lands. Its surface slowly began to change, at first seedlings pushed through the earth, the water drawing them out like a hand pulls the mote through the light.
Small at first, it grew into trees, the trees grew into forests and the forests grew into a home, a place that they created, its rich earth nurtured by her waters, a simple balance that was maintained simply by their presence and the generosity of their natures.

If only they could see this, for he saw her as the sky, the heavens and the stars, whilst to him, he was only the earth, forever the earth. She was a mystery that he was driven to solve.
To her, he was the vast land under her, he stretched far away, and try as she might, when she stormed, as was her nature, the land changed. The land had always been hard, it did not know life, this change was new and it scared the Earth.

If only they saw the beauty in the forests, in the life they created by the simplicity of their joining, the way the beads rolled off the leaves, the warmth of the fires their forests supplied, the strength of their rivers he held and she filled. Their bodies needed only each other but they were from different worlds. For he was the Earth and she was the Sky.

When the storms grew too strong, the stone too hard, the floods too devastating, the Earth withdrew. The lands were scared from the rivers, they cut channels deep. The mountains that held his pride had been worn down.
he could not see that under his surface, this was nature, this was what was expected, and the storms may uproot the trees, but they also churn the earth and give way to more.

He could not see this and the Earth became hard once again, driven to maintain its form, to regain those jagged mountain tops and unyielding plains.

In time, the forests that had grown began to die, their bodies returned to the earth and the sun sealed them away. His skin became hard, his peaks became sharp again. His wants had become realized and yet he felt wanting.
he felt a potential that could not be reached, he saw the beauty that he could not create on his own. The earths strength supported itself but it could not create.

Too late he realized his mistake, for the storms that had once drawn him to her had become weak. For after the earth had become hard, her storms stopped creating life. The rains that were her fell to the Earth and pooled but did not soak.
Her purpose was to grow; the oceans, which began to form, remained the same, unchanging and ever growing. This infuriated her, she needed life and her rain did not create it, the storms became weaker and weaker until they disappeared completely.

The earth too late realized he needed the sky to create the forests, for without them he was barren. His fields were no longer graced by flowers and slowly the sands took them back.
The sky knew this but all she could do was give more, she could not change her nature. She was the sky, and the sky storms.

The earth now knew, while his peaks were sharp and his surface strong. It was nothing when compared to the majesty of the trees, the might of the rivers and the feeling of nature and life upon him.

And so the earth softened. Its soil longed for the rains, the seeds hidden called for the water, the dust cried to be pressed into its home.
And so he began to call. The earth pulled for the storms to return, to give new life again.

Only in separation can he see what was there. Before the Earth joined the Sky, he had only known strength of his own creation, their creations were new and scared him, but only when they were gone did he realize that was what he was made for, to join the sky. To be natural, to create and hold beauty that was only real when they were together.

The Earth needs the Sky.
For without it, the earth is only dirt.