i love rainy mornings

I    I had a dream about a rainy morning, of gray skies and brown muddy roads. in this dream, i saw myself walked outside and spread my arms, looked up to the sky and rain drops caressing my warm cheeks, my eyes, my face. rain drops slide down from my face to my neck to my nakedness below. 

their was no one, I'm alone, and the rainy morning, though just a dream, is all for myself. 

then suddenly i woke up, a gravity pulled me back to reality. now, i am staring outside, noticing the details. dew drops were tumbling down leaves, and gray clouds lazily paving way for the bright sun. their was an evidence of rain. rain dripped that morning. rain came by for me that morning. 

i love rain. and coffee. and the cozy room.