Dishes in my Sink #21

Naked on my bed,
the sliding glass door open
and the sheers blowing in the breeze,
I like the feeling
when the cool rain air runs itself along my body,

I am laying in the middle of a field, drifting. . .
It's so peaceful here,
I could dream here...

the sound of thunder shouts through my windows
pounding and knocking
like old shoes being thrown violently into the back of a closet,
my heart is beating as if someone has slammed a door.

The dream is over,
there are dishes in my sink