Oak

In the night, he's flying over the city, just in search of a forest to call home. Slowly, while the stormy wind hinders his movements, rain stars falling on his wings. Flying gets harder and he barely keeps going, when a stronger current shoves him towards your balcony. He welters inside your window and shivers against the wall. Where am I? He hugs his drenched wings, his fairy dust stuck on his skin shimmering under the light. He notices you and his eyes widen. Who are you?