Hush. Listen.

Do you hear it?

It’s calling me.

It wants me to come.

The lightning calls,

The thunder answers.

The tapping tugs at my soul.

Home. Safe. Warm. Dry.

Is it that important?

What is home?

Take me there.

What is safe? Dry? Warm?

Show me.

You say that you can help.

So do it.

Help me.

Take away the call.

Take it or let me answer it.

It calls me home.

Wet. Cold. Alone.

That is what it is.

What I long to be.

The rain calls.

The water calls.

I must answer while I’m still free to.

The snow is coming.

It threatens the Call.

The sun tries to burn it.

But the Call is still there.

Forever.