I look up
at my sky hole
on rainy afternoons
– the fat raindrops
falling pitter-a-patter
on the roof
make a little pool.
Untouched, parched
I sit dry
inside – in my office chair.
the clouds are thick
amidst the dark mountains
and rain -washed roads.
I wish I could
break the glass ceiling
and get drenched
in the abundant rains…