It was raining in my dream last night. How else would I be unable to see you? Drowned out by the drip drop of an overcast sky. It’s always dark gray around this time. Having to take shelter in my usual safe places. Somehow, I still can never stay completely dry. You would think by now I would know better. Water running down my face like a sudden downpour. Maybe that is why I can never see you. That I could never see at all from my hiding place a world away.