Some things we can't explain

SOME THINGS WE CAN’T EXPLAIN

The rain pours
It’s getting late
The stranger approaches
The creaking gate

The gate opens
Beckons him in
He doesn’t know
The danger within

An owl hoots
The wind blows
The floor is wet
But on he goes

He doesn’t see
The hole ahead
A grave dug
For someone dead

Soon he falls
Into a pit
He can’t get out
Thinks ‘This is it’

Will he get out?
Who knows?
As time passes
His fear grows

The rain pours
It’s getting late
What will be
The stranger’s fate?

Lucky for him
A boy passes by
Sees him there
Hears his cry.

The clever lad
Knew what to do next
Off he went
A ladder fetched.

Soon the imprisoned man was out
Was, oh, so glad
He turned to thank
The caring lad

But to his surprise
The boy wasn’t there
He vanished into
Thin air!

Shocked and dazed
Bewildered and afraid
He wondered, was it an angel
Who came to his aid?

The following day
Another shock
A funeral took place
At 12 o’clock.

Around the grave
Mourners filed
A mother wept bitterly
For her only child.

She had lost
A lovely son
A boy who would help
Anyone.

The stranger stood there
Sharing her pain
Remembering the night
of the pouring rain.

It's seems impossible
But could it be
(His thought were shrouded
In mystery)

Was this his rescuer
Being laid low?
There are things
We'll never know.