The Rain

I am guilty
of listening to the rain
and dreaming of cafes
and movies theaters;
Saturday night dates
of Italian food by candlelight,
Browsing quiet bookstores
and snuggling on warm couches…
but when I turn around
I am dining with ghosts,
seducing spirits,
cuddling with memories,
and murmuring to no one
but the dull faint whispers
of raindrops…