A Poem for Today, for Tomorrow

It's raining, raining, raining
Outside
The world has turned pale gray
Slivers of chilled air sneak in
Through poorly sealed window frames
I lay in bed, so still
Inside
Cloaked by a wash of gloomy winter
Hidden from the world
The busy, busy, busy world
Outside
Everything seems stiller, subdued
Even the raindrops fall in such a manner
Falling with a hesitation,
like padded feet stepping carefully down hollow hallways
Apologetic for disturbing my peaceful solitude
Yet reminding me that a world
Outside
still exists
A dream
resides miles north of here
And yet it reaches me here
Inside
Permeating miles of gray and rain and wind
Discovering me beneath the cloak of space and nature
I wait patiently
For the storm to subside...
Certain, for no apparent reason,
that my dream will appear
On a clear day
Soon
Standing before me
Warm, embracing, ready
Beckoning me to rise from this half-slumber
and step lightly
Outside