Rain

4.30am: it was pouring. I woke up instinctively, as usual. The sound of rain is nature's alarm clock; I got out of bed to shut the windows.

The scene is always between sleeping and waking, dreamscape and reality. The calming sound of rain yet with a sense of urgency, the splatter of rain and cool air against my face, the redness of the sky meeting the orange glow flooding the streets all make it rather surreal.

As I lay back on my bed, I wondered to myself: does the rain still make him sad? Will he one day outgrow this pain?