Forest Fire

I made a great campfire just as a steady rain started falling. Thunder rumbled and the skies opened, and still I was shocked to find the fire was still going. At last, embers were left. I poked them with a stick, and suddenly flames were everywhere again.

I realized sometimes a fire can be reluctant to die. Rain can come, but if a fire wants to burn, it burns.

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