A universe in a grain of thought and rivers in a drop of rain. 

Wonder why when sitting in rain

holding an umbrella over my head

I stretch my hand to make sure it is rain.

Dreaming the sun in the middle of the night and dreaming the moon in the bright sunlight

I have stayed awake for many a night

and walked in the scorching sun 

dreaming the parasol was you covering me

wrapping me around in the dream of you.