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,
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..