The pounding at my door
Woke my from my sleep
A storm raged on
as the thunder crashed
I opened the door
to see a man standing there
Leaning on his staff
Huddled away from the wind

" Do you have room child,
for a old weathered man
to rest his weary bones
until the storm passes?"


My house was small
Barley big enough for just me
but i nodded and let him in
build up the fire- and offered what i could

I sat with him- most of the night
listening as the storm raged on
Seeming there was no end in sight
We talked and laughed
though the night
Till i fell asleep by the fires light

When i woke the next day the man was gone!
He left not even a trace!

Left on the chair he had been in sat a bag in his place -
With trembling hands i pulled open the strings
as a mountain of gold began to spill out

Twas then i noticed the note
that was left
" it's the least i can do for such a caring and blessed lass,
though you have little you shared what you could
and listened to this old mans tale
when you didn't have to
I hope that it helps you on your quest
and know from now on your are blessed
But the thunder god for the kindness you have show

Know when the storm rages on and the thunder rolls
I am near by looking out for you child- so do not be afraid things will get better
I promise this day "