Animation for short story

I need an animation done for a short story about lovers in a storm. I am flexible with ideas but something simple and beautiful even a little quirky would really suit. This is the story: The Storm > The rain has a rhythm, it hums and pulses with life. As I lay in bed watching her sleep, I listen to the rain playing the music of a storm on my window. She is perfect when she sleeps, even now she still takes my breath away. I long for the talent of a great artist so I can paint her in this moment and immortalise her beauty on canvas. But even Michelangelo could not render her as beautiful as she is right now. > The storm is gaining intensity, the lightening dazzling against the black night sky. I pull her close to me, fuelled by an ancient instinct that wants her safe, sheltered and protected. Time drifts away, the clock ticks unwatched, no one is keeping score. > Her eyelids flutter as she travels through dreams delightfully unaware of the volatile weather outside. I want her to wake up so we can share the thunderstorm, hiding in a cave of blankets, lost and laughing like children playing in the dark. > Ever so softly I breathe on the back of her exposed neck, without waking she turns holds on to me tightly. I run my hand gently down the length of her flawless back as I steal a kiss from her warm cheek. She playfully pushes me away by the hip and I can’t help but smile at her dreamy state. > With her eyes barely open she glances at the clock, its 11.11pm, sharing a tradition we both make a wish. Playfully I tease her for continuing the ritual, even though I have just done the same. My wish, what I yearn for, my desires are always repeated exactly, I have rehearsed the line well. For on every clock, every star and every birthday candle I have always wished for her and now I repeat that mantra because I never want chance letting this wish come to an end. > I ask her about her dreams and joyfully she takes me to a world where boats are drifting on calm water, their wooden sides lapped tenderly by the sea. Where the sunrises as beautifully as it sets and life rolls along in a land full of possibilities. > She wants to know about my dreams and as she falls peacefully back asleep I tell her tales of colourful birds flocking in balanced flight, of abundant leaves rustling in giant oak trees, of lovers taking evening walks through a picturesque park, what I don’t get to tell her is that she is all of my dreams. She is the freedom of the birds, the strength of the oak tree and the love of my life.