He was a rain maker, sitting in prayer, beckoning rain, while she churned the soil under the blazing sun. She nurtured the crops with her withered palms and he waved the flag to welcome the humble clouds. As she sat to tend to the wheat grains, he stole glances, and ran for thunderbolts to make her smile. 

He hid behind the marble walls of the castle, breathing irregularly holding his heavy rifle while she sipped tea from a fine porcelain cup. His rebellious heart was bold and dreamt of equality. Her diamond tiara glistened under the ball room light, as she danced indifferently among luxuries, waiting for doom to arrive.

He was hopeless, letting go of all faith while she cast spells over crystal balls singing fortunes to the unfortunate. He bled inside, tired of all miseries while she curved her lips at others' troubles and pocketed the cash. They met over gypsy hazes as she comforted him with news of new love while he sought sanctuary in her voice.

He struck a storm with his powerful vocals while she flew her fingers skillfully over the piano keys. He swept the stage with his high notes and she played the harmony to match the chords. She looked at him with yearning which he returned with a longing glance.

Time brushed by while destiny played out his cards. Sensations left impressions but there was no escape from heartbreak. That one look, one touch, buried within the scars of separation was unavoidable. Even after the pains, through the ages, there was no way to go separate ways. Meeting was a must and so were the tears. 

In their first life, he walked under the sun and she was his shadow.