Rain

As I sit next to the window.
I start to dream away.
I love to watch the rain falling from the sky.
The sky is dark; looks like it should be night.
I love the smell of wet pavements.
The feeling of being cold.
My n*****s get harder, as the rain falls on me.
The wind blowing through my hair.
The sound of the wind blowing, makes me think of the old house in Hastings.
The haunted house.
When the wind howls, it sounds like its talking to me.
The cold makes me feel so at home.
The rain is making puddles in the street, makes me feel like a child.
wanting to put on my wellies and go splash in them.
feeling soo cold, with only a thin layer of clothes on.
Makes me laugh seeing people all dressed up for the cold.
I wish I could walk down the street, in just my underwear.
Then I remember I'm inside, in the warm then the dream stops.