Lying on my bed looking out the window I watch the rainclouds gather and the sky turn gray. It reminds me of another place. When I was there, I wished that I was here. When I am here, I wish that I was there. Strange how the mind works. Was I even there? The anticipation for the rain is unbearable. I want to roll over and sleep it off but I’ve got things to do. There’s always something to do.
