The Rain

The rain started falling softly, early morning. I heard it in between my turn from left to right, from one dream to another.  Its intensity increased as the ground got used to its tender  pats. Soon, it was pouring vastly all over the city: over all people, over all things. All-people,places,cats and dogs,trees-all.. had a thin coat of clouds on them: a cool shield; something to hide beneath. The gray air made it ok for everyone to feel... to feel in love, in anger, in agony, and in confusion.  so i do. for this temporary moment where everything hides under the tender coat of clouds, i unhide myself.