The door swung open before us
as rain and wind bashed its way in.
We huddled together to no avail;
one by one we were forced to our turn.
Many went with tears and dismay
struggling to hide their fear.
When my turn finally came
the wind and rain bit at me,
beckoning me with brutal force.
I looked for the comfort of my friends
to ease this transition into the storm,
but they were already scattered
to the winds and throughout the land.
Each one of us faced this alone –
children lost to the world.
In one moment I was safe in these walls
of the home I knew so well,
in the next I was in the rain’s fury,
thrashed about and banished forever.
The rain may kill us all,
but we must learn to brave the storm.