Burning fire,
Bright and warm,
Brought to ashes
By the storm.

Not hot, now cold,
I'm chilled to the bone,
And worst of all,
I'm completely alone.

A tear drips slowly
Down my cheek.
Can't wipe it away,
I'm far too week.

The storm's getting stronger,
My time here is done.
As lighting first strikes,
I jump and I run.

I finally find shelter
Deep in a cave,
Where I huddle and cower,
And feel like a slave.

I think of how scared
I am for my life,
All because of the storm,
Which fills me with strife.

At some point in the night,
I fall into deep sleep.
A awake to the sun,
To my great relief.

Though I know what I see,
How can it be real?
After so long,
The rain's all I can feel.