Strange dreams

Why does the rain 
tap on the window
when you can't feel it?
Why will it remind you of 
the dew drops dancing on the grass blades in early spring,
of August's ocean breeze spraying saltwater in your hair, 

Somewhere in my past
a sunny snow day haunts me
the serenity 
Feels too cliche 
to enjoy
I remember the glances out of the window
on a day that finally feels like spring 
because winter can be long and dark