I saw you dart out the back door,
the wind slammed it shut with a roar.
Fresh from the shower, I raced to dress,
hands trembling, heart in distress.

You always loved the garden's sprawl,
but today a storm was set to call.
Panicked, I fumbled, rushed outside,
calling your name, eyes open wide.

Rain poured down, wind howled and swept,
but there you were, in bushes, leapt.
I scooped you up, your fur soaked through,
claws resisted, but I held you true.

Back inside, where it's warm and dry,
you hissed and wriggled, I breathed a sigh.
Settled at last, on my bed you lay,
the storm outside faded away.

Your fight gave way to quiet purrs,
safe and sound in the comfort that's yours.
You drifted off, the wildness ceased,
in that soft moment, we both found peace.