It’s raining, in the earliest hour of dawn..

Yes it’s real,

Not a dream..

I can hear it,

I can see it as I lift the curtain..

The world bathed and the mist in the distance..

Yes, it is all so real,

And yet

I feel I’m still in the throes of a dream…

Sleep still lingers in my eyes..

As I look out at the rain..

The sky is light, grey and blue .

The wind is gentle, like a feather to the touch…

I take my first sip of tea…

Yes, this is real, the dream was what I left behind..