Colors in a storm

I'll admit I was scared. The storm was raging on all around me and I was unable to tell if it was real or just me, but I knew you were there.

A colorful butterfly drifted in front of me. Almost in slow motion. I could no longer focus on the raging tornado I was stuck in. Only on your bright pigment.

I focused on your colors and squeezed my eyes closed as I could hear the storm disperse. I smiled and reached out to you,

but when I looked again, you were gone too.