Wind whirled

As ran poured

Safety none could find

But a low narrow ditch

Of what little shelter it did bring

When thunder gave its loud deafening ring

Then a bright light flashed before my eyes with a crackling sound it lit the ground

All old and dry soon did die when the fire sparked

Safe not so sure but glad to not choose the birch tree for that tree died in the fire smoke did arise and buried my eyes felt the flames

But feeling no pain.

Glad I am not stuck at sea for when the storm ways over a red sky did cover the clouds

Then remembered an old saying

Pink sky at night sailors delight

Red sky in the morning sailors warning