after a drought

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?