pouring...
whenever it rains and just makes me want to stay in bed.
but not just my bed now...a bed that I never had. a bed that I might never have, in a house I might never have, one where I have a room with a wall of windows...no, glass doors. glass doors so that I can open them up and just see and hear the rain fall out beyond the patio.
I see this place in my head, I see the view that there will be out onto a big open yard surrounded by trees. I see the long afternoons that will be spent there, lazy and carefree.
I see your face.