Sitting here
Letting the rain touch my back and shoulders

From between the gentle enclosure of my window screen

I feel at home

Shivering and partially soaked I lean my head back

Against the fragile safety net and I wonder what you're doing while it rains like this

If you're inside enjoying the coolness from beneath a comforter or

gritting your teeth and bearing the cold because

You think you don't deserve comfort.

I am in between,

Stuck between comfort and cowardice, wondering

How far I could go before I caved into my little house again.

I could probably last a few minutes in this rain, pouring and unwelcome as it is. I could probably

Walk around my backyard and stare at the tree that fell down in last night's winds and maybe

Consider ducking under it for protection however

I probably wouldn't, would probably duck back inside when I could no longer handle the cold and

Curl up beneath a towel and maybe a pillow

And try to sleep

Without you. I wonder now if you

Think the same things I think, if you looked up at that rainbow not five minutes ago and maybe thought

"Hey, this could be okay,"

Until the rain started up again and everything went cold and maybe it won't be so okay but it will get worse

I wonder if you

Think that. Or maybe

You choose oblivion and you lean back against mattresses and something warm and think of you

Schoolwork, of something that matters in the real world, and maybe you

Ignore the way the world is turning.

Maybe our worlds are turning different ways.

Maybe our worlds are more aligned than we think.