The Cabin Door Was Slamming Against the Raging Wind

The cabin door was slamming against the raging wind, The cabin door was slamming Banging, it was loud, She fumbled in the darkness the fire had burned out. Her faithful dog pricked his ears, continued with his bark, She reached for the flash light she found it in the dark. She went out in the dead of night, wearing just her gown, Lighting, Thunder, The rain was pelting down. Her flash light it was failing, the battery was low, She did not see it coming, delivering the blow. The cabin door was slamming against the raging wind She lay there in the darkness, her forehead gashed, it bled, The dog continued barking licking her wounded head. She did not move a muscle, nor blink, as rain it fell, The dog was smart to hurry, the neighbour to go tell. Together back they hurried, He picked off her off the ground, Her white gown now was sodden, it had turned slightly brown. The cabin door was slamming against the raging wind She stirred with rapid fervor a sweat had formed on her brow, She felt his arms around her, He parted her matted hair, She was content and happy that he was really there. She felt him kiss her gently stirring her from sleep, Her bed was warm and cozy, her gown a brilliant white, The fire now was burning, radiant and bright, Her faithful friend was quiet, as always by her side. She was relieved she was breathing and had not really died. She looked around the cabin, She saw him sitting there, She fondled him with a stare. Before her heart could leap, Slumber took her in his arms caressing her to her sleep. The cabin door no longer slammed against the raging wind.