He was the fire,
She was the rain,
They both fell in deep love,
Knowing that together, they can't move.

Scorching in his bright,
He rised with his might,
With pain, he uttered a cry,
To touch his love in the sky.

Neither did the whirling winds,
Nor did the agony of tiny creatures,
Nothing could stop him,
While his madness of love consumed them.

Her memories became his fuel,
Burning them, he aroused,
The blistering heat melted her,
And she poured from the sky.

Fire is dead, so is rain,
Embracing each other in the ashes,
As their love melted, the world bowed,
Taking their souls to the heavens abode.

Thus ended the mighty forest fire,
The story of two unrequited lovers.

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Cry (2nd stanza 3rd line) - the crackling sound produced when the fire consumes something.