but I didn’t feel it.
i was nestled between soft down
and a firm matress.
the drops fell — making sidewalks that wet brown color —
the one that used to mean it was time to go inside
because little girls didn’t need to play in the rain.
the clouds waved goodbye to their moisture
but i missed the show.
i was sleeping
peaceful, comforting sleep
the kind that knows no enemy
only the secure feeling of being loved
and of loving
and of dreaming to the drone of a fan
that drowns out noise like
and the sound rain makes as it hits
i woke oblivious
to the suddenly warm, spring-like day
and when i stepped outside
the city looked alive.