Come Again Another Day

Do you ever think about soft rain falling over the middle ocean? In the middle of nowhere, for no one to hear: the sound of water falling on water multiplied and multiplied. So far behind you one way is a horizon without clouds, bright blue, and so far ahead of you twilight is dimming the sky. And above, those silver vessels. No one to say, 'this stupid rain', no mud puddles or road accidents, just rain.

Sometimes when sleep won't come, my imagination takes me to that place, though I don't get wet at all.