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.