The rain started last night
and still falling
wakes me with the tapping
sounds of drops in my sleep.
Light drifting between the shutters
touching the bedcovers, books, dresser
teasing my eyebrows
The wind, luminous, musing the shadows
the rising and falling roars of waves
dancing in my mind.
What’s experience or feeling,
sound or movement of a dream?
Do you hear raindrops sliding over the stones?
Do you see things that are not there
like a red sky on a rainy day?