Here is a chase that never lets up. The speaker addresses "you," and that person is running from a fast-moving fire and a pack of wolves toward a distant mountain, where rain and shelter seem to wait. The poem circles back on a few words (run, swift, burn, rain, wolf, mountain), so the reader feels the same repetition and exhaustion as the runner.
Nothing here is simple. The rain is both "soothing" and a "harsh kiss," and the wolf shifts from a threat to "your friend, your wolf," always in your shadow. That suggests the danger may be something the runner carries, not only something outside. The poem doesn't name it, so the fire and wolves could stand for pain, fear, or something harder to describe.
The mood is desperate and heavy, with small flickers of hope that keep being taken away. The mountain stays out of reach, and the runner finally collapses. Yet the last line, "Within all the burning, you feel the rain," leaves a quiet, uncertain sense of relief.