Storm’s Journey

A reddish brown cat was running through the flames, blue eyes blazing. “Storm! You must listen to this,” he called out. “Fire will light the path of rain, but beware of a flying spark.” The cat faded, and only the fire remained. Storm was surprised. There weren’t any flying sparks! No path, either. And not a single drop of rain. Or was it cats, that he had meant? Surely, that was for Storm to find out, and the fire-runner to know.