Bob and Wheel

The land was black from the fire’s blaze,
It scorched the soil and singed the trees.
The hunter hiked on the hardened soil,
Searching for food among the ferns,
Though the land was bare and barren at best,
The man still searched though silly it seemed.
The burned and blackened earth beneath his feet,
Crunched and cracked as he calmly marched on.
The sky was dark and dreary and damp was the air,
The rain would soon shower the solitary hunter,
And shelter he sought though none was in sight.
Then the clouds released the rain that rushed to,
The ground,
The hunter was sopping,
Water all around,
Pouring and dropping,
No shelter was found.