The ways of nature

Nym carefully lifts me up into a sitting position, asking me continuously how I am.
As the world around me stops spinning, I finally reply, "I...I'm good now. Well, somewhat."
Nym asks: "W...what happened? You suddenly stopped moving...and I...I was so worried..."
I ask, while staring at the relentless rain of fire, "H...How long was I out?"
"Only a few minutes I think..." Nym says, as her somewhat calm expression gets replaced with one of terror and she asks hastily, "Oh no, are you sick?! Is that why you stopped moving? You...you aren't going to die now, are you?"
I shake my head and pat Nym's head gently. While I caress her hair, I begin to explain, what I have remembered at the sight of the fire. I try my hardest to keep my voice and hands from shaking, but with each sentence, it grows harder. As I close in to the end, my throat is parch dry and each word hurts, but I feel that if I stop talking, I wouldn't have the strength to talk about it again any more.

When I'm finally done, Nym has a strange expression on her face. One I haven't ever seen on her before and I can't make out, what exactly she is thinking at this moment.
After multiple seconds I carefully ask, "Nym? You okay?"
Nym blinks a few times and finally says, "I...I remember that day."
I think, 'Remember that? But...how? She could only have been an infant by that time...'
Nym begins explaining, "It's foggy, but I definitely remember that fire...give me some time to collect the details please...okay?"
Nym's voice has a pleading tone I never heard from her before and I merely nod in response. I had just lived through a trauma from my childhood myself, I'm not sure if I can handle someone else's trauma right away...but it's still curious...how would Nym remember an event I am just barely old enough to remember? Is she actually older than I thought?

I look at my wrecked leg and then over to the burning pile of supplies we had gathered. The smell of burning flesh drifts into my nostrils, as a slight breeze comes our way.
I sigh, "So much for our supplies..."
Nym looks up herself and shakes her head, saying, "The important thing is, that we're all still alive...there's nothing in that pile we can't gather again."
Zero nuzzles against my healthy leg, barking cheerfully at me as I look down at him.
Is he trying to cheer me up too? A smile creeps on my face, as I look into his laughing eyes. Who ever claimed that animals weren't intelligent, oh I'd love to hold Zero and his laughing eyes right in their faces and dare them to say that again.

A wave of sadness washes over me, as the faces of all those I lost come back to me, but I quickly push it back. I cannot afford to sulk now. Nym is doing all she can to help, I can't pull her down. Not until I can hold my own again. I curse my luck for smashing my leg like that, but looking at Nym's face as she caresses Sera's neck and back, I know that I did the right thing. God alone knows what would have happened if I hadn't stepped in.

As I am still pondering my thoughts, a new smell wafts over to me. Into the smell of burning flesh, plants and what not, another smell mixes in.
A loud noise makes both Nym's and my head spin around towards the entrance.
The flames had stopped falling and the only light around was from the fire on the ground.
Nym asks, "What's happening?"
I reply, "I don't know...but it sounded a lot like...thunder?"
Rain begins to fall and as if in pain, the flames sizzle and quickly grow smaller, as even more water begins to fall. Zero yaps cheerfully and runs around. Watching him reminds me of a child toiling around. He seems happy. The fear of just minutes ago is gone completely.
I look over to Sera, who also seems restless.

I thought strikes me. Could it be, that this is a regular phenomenon? And that the rain marks the end of the phenomenon? What a strange world we now live in...