Brushfire’s Hellfire

Flames lick and engulf all around them.

Consuming all, as every object is, fuel.

Lifetimes of riches saved, stored, and destroyed in an instant.

Huge write, black gray tendrils rise in every direction from the commotion.

Smoke choked ash falls, as a rainfall of death.

All covered, ghostly-white grays and blacks.

Smells of smoke dirt and all the melted.

Lungs hurt and strain, with stinging and coughing.

Eyes burn and tear up in a foggy haze of the charred aftermath.

Many of the bravest humans, rush toward and into the flames to save all they can.

Brief victories aren’t celebrated huge losses mount up.

How long will this hell last when will the fire’s hearty appetite be satisfied???

One house more? One more teddy bear erased?

Many people suffer the grief of egregious loss and its endless misery.

The evil of hopelessness tries to set in.

Waiting among all evacuated, pondering and praying over losing everything.

The hopeful wish, with their might, for a pouring rain to douse all of the hellfire…