Rain

It's warm tonight, warm as breath
against my skin, and in the air
battleship clouds paint the sky dark grey.

I waited for the rain; I knew the rain would come
and run in rivers down my cheeks
and make an ocean at my feet
where fish and whales would swim
and when I wake, Ill be alive;
I'll be alive like them.

Or never wake, and
sleeping, turn to dust -
the rain to wash away.