Outside — I hear a drizzle. It’s rain
or that’s what I think, I’ve forgotten
how it feels to be soaked and shivering.
It’s outside, after all. It doesn’t matter.
Inside, every weather feels the same.
Maybe if I take a cold shower
and face the air conditioning?
It’s safe here, I control this territory
expanding from the window to my bed.
Outside — it’s calm, the sun’s out now,
and with my laptop, I can still make it rain
simulate a gust piercing my wet skin
my feet wading through puddles in concrete.
Inside, there’s daylight anytime I want
a universe controlled by my imagination
All I have to do is flip a switch.
I’m so glad there is no switch outside.
