Soaked and percolated,
There it was, in the Hampshire located.
The mystic landscape, all drenched and isolated;
The rain poured as if it was miserable and desolated.
Vivacious with a fiery zeal,
He stood at the peak knowing he was the real deal.
His territory assassinated and left with a crack
I guess, the lone wolf, lacked a pack.
His hauntingly beautiful howls
Attracted nothing but night owls.
Even with his mate’s invisibility prolonged
The Lone Wolf still stood headstrong.
Flashes of the past acted as a wake-up jolt;
The mighty rain struck again with a lightning bolt.
“O, my beloved, must I do this alone?”
He murmured, as the full moon shone.
With kith and kin gone,
Their cries for help woke him up at dawn.
The rain and thunder thumps recommenced!
Another night he had survived without his mate’s love and essence.
He once again longed for his mate to return
While reminiscing his Alpha’s sermon.
With wisdom and poise, during his reign
The Alpha had taught the following game:
Never run from fleeting shelter in the rain,
For oft time rain protects from rain.
Christene Henrika, a 19-year-old girl from Pakistan, is majoring in Accounting. Her hobbies include singing, sketching and writing poems. She recently started writing a poem inspired by a Shakespeare sonnet. She also helps and inspires others to write.