Infused by the weather

It was.....
an alliance of two lovers' dalliance
suddenly
unexpectedly
intensively
passionately
almost fictitious
but happened
and is now gone
blowing in the wind with his name rustling around
flying far off
running away
I'm still waiting , standing in the pouring rain
no trace
just this echo floating in space
ruffling
fading away
and I acknowledge the truth
It won't befall
As he vanished into the night
Was he a figment of my imagination?
My own creation?
I'm yearning to see him again
Let the time slowly efface my bruises
I'm not  one of his muses