The wind ruffled the leafy trees
and muffled a small boy’s cry for help.
The birds sought shelter in the trees
They were no longer chirping.
Heavy dark clouds rolled across the sky
unable to retain their bounty.
Rain drops began to beat on the leaves and branches.
The dirt path became a muddy quagmire
of puddles parted then filled a
single set of diminutive footprints.
The pouring rain splattered on the rocks,
leaving no dry place to sit and nowhere to shelter
him except beneath the dripping gold and orange tree leaves.
His jacket and pants were soaked.
The rain streamed down his face
along with tears of fright.
A thick flash of lightning raced across
the dark skies, followed by roaring thunder,
The boy saw a black line
extending from the clouds to the treetops.
Then he heard a roar like
that of a freight train.
The weighted leaves were blowing off the trees.
He could barely make out the bending tress tops.
The snapping of branches made him jump.
Flying branches were getting stuck in the trees.
Another flash of lightning reveal a wall of clouds
extending from the sky downwards.
The sound of trees toppling over into other trees was becoming louder.
He ran away from the wall of clouds,
having no idea where he was going
or what he would find.
He came to a small open field in the woods.
Branches were scattered all over the field.
He walked slowly and carefully, trying not
to trip or snag a tree branch.
After reaching the edge of the field
and running into the woods,
he spotted a small wooden cabin
and nearly tripped as he rushed toward the door.
He reached up and grabbed the door knob,
but the door was locked.
He heard footsteps and then the door opened.
The bearded man peered down at him.
“I can’t find my mommy.”
The bearded man picked up the young boy
and held him in his arms.
“My name’s Jake. What’s your name?”
“Don’t worry, Andy. We’ll find your mommy.
Are you hungry?”
The little boy shook his head up and down.
“You just sit right here. Do you like pork and beans?”
“And how about some hot chocolate!”
The boy smiled and whispered, “Yeah!’
After Jake served the boy,
he took out his cell phone and dialed the police.
Jake winked his eye and smiled as he spoke on the phone.
At length Jake said, “Yes, Andy is fine. We’ll wait here for his mom
to come pick him up.”