Wetness

Last night,

I dreamed of the clouds.

They looked so magical, all up so high.

Suddenly I was there,

with them.

It was cold- freezing, even.

And the water from the clouds on myself was freezing.

It was forming little frost fractals on my face. 

It was freezing

faster than I could get down.

Back to the ground.

Back to my  house,

Back to my bed.

Where it was warm,

And I could sit in peace.

Without the torture the clouds had just brought me.

I will never dream of the clouds again.