last night i dreamt i was flying

he sits in the car, watching the rain fall.

it isn't as if he hasn't anything to do. he is supposed to be at the office, checking on the supplies for next month. he is supposed to fetch his daughter from school, supposed to wash the dishes and clean the floor.

the raindrops caress the windows, tracing sensual patterns across the glass. but he never bothers about such things, not anymore.

he opens the door, steps out into the rain. and takes a long, deep breath.

leaning against the lamp-post, he watches the rain fall.