I smell like a rat; My hair’s all wet and stringy, My clothes stick damp to my skin, Please, just… LET! ME! IN! I feel like Antarctica; The wind slaps at my face, My feet? I can’t even begin, Please, just… LET! ME! IN! Tap tap, bang bang bang, boom; My hands thump the oak violently, The thunder rumbling amongst the drenched ruins, Please, just… LET! ME! IN! I swear I’m gonna die; Pneumonia and Hypothermia are fighting over me, My last ounce of sanity is wearing thin, Please, just… LET! ME! IN! My life flashes before my eyes; The cold subsides into warm sheets, The fear-stricken tears damp my cheeks, And only then, I realize it was all a dream. I see a flash, I hear a rumble; I think the storm has followed me, My ears, they burn red hot of it, And then, I see it, begging to be let in.