I Was Thinking of You When the Rain Began 

I was thinking of you

when the rain began.

The air heavy around me

with the scent of fresh grass and mud and something like salt,

lingering on my skin

and suddenly my world was underwater.

The rain stayed for days, the sounds helped me sleep.

And when I slept, I dreamed of you again.

I suppose that’s all you are now,

a dream to dream on rainy nights

in strange towns I will never visit again.