The curve of my body
The shadow that paints my bed and floor. My window tells me the tale of how the rain falls. Sometimes when I listen, It's a sad story. sometimes it's not. Today the rain just fits the scene. My eyes open slowly. My face shunning itself from the light for the sake of dreams. A childhood memory,  That I can't entirely recall. But it's morning now. Time to put that behind me. Time to wake up with the summer rain