It's been raining in my head
For three days now.
Heavy rain falling, splashing against the void,
Its music fills my ears and lulls me to sleep.
Yet for three days now
I’ve been awake.
Witnessing the drizzling, the harsher showers,
The storm clear for my closed eyes.
My dry skin comfortable under each drop
Just like my hair soaking in this imaginary rain.
For three days now, like this,
I’ve been happy.
Unaware of the world occasionally teasing,
Trying to pry, find a crack in my shell.
If my senses acknowledge and fight it back
In their loyalty they won’t tell and disturb me.
So for three days now
I’ve been away.
Only her unknown voice, an ominous thunder,
Tearing my dreams apart,
Makes my heart halt and shy away.
“Silly”, a reverberating mockery as it fades and dies away.
“Silly”, the sad whisper of the rain mourning on my lips.
After three days, longing for love
I return home crying.
Home…
“Silly”, murmurs the amused cool wind,
Carrier of dark pregnant clouds and the promise of a story,
A reenacted play, real at the rate
Of two ongoing heartbeats.
“Silly”, I smile, as the rain makes love to and fully heals my naked skin.
Eyes still closed but no tears in my lashes,
Forgotten fears, mind games and dead-ends.
“Silly”, sings the cicada as the summer shower embraces me tightly
Those three days of heaven can now last forever.

To Alex.