We had the type of love that mortals wrote songs about. His name was Krave and he, like me, was an angel of the elements. He pulled moisture from the air to water the roses in our community garden. The fire and water angels shared a garden out of convenience. I once saw him the when I was a kid. He called me over to him and instructed me to raise my arm. He showed me how a fire and water angel could make a rain cloud. I giggled as I got soaked under our creation.
