Was awakened in the night to the sound of rain when the barometer had been predicting sunny weather. As I listened to this gentle, moist drumroll I let myself be carried off to other realms. The water in me joined the currents of rainwater just outside the warm shell of the room, through the open window, back into the wild. And I dreamed I attended a meeting of computer

experts. Not only did I not understand what they were talking about, or even doing but I was wearing the wrong clothes.

rainforest
the voices of birds
in ferns
unrolling the sound
of a night-time shower