Rainy musing

Ah, a refreshing downpour, accompanied by flashes of light and muffled moans.

I stick my hand out the window.  It’s ticklish.

I examine my arm.  I see little crystals glistening on it.

I taste them.  They’re bitter.

I stick my head out the window.  I look up and see the whole sky brighten for ten milliseconds.

The raindrops pound on my glasses.  The buildings nearby shift their shapes.

A woman looks at me from afar.  I stick my tongue out to greet her.

The rain subsides.  I go back to bed to dream of more.

 Connecticut Rain by Bernard Weinstock