Rain Dancing

I'm pretty sure the past few days have been a dream... nothing seems real. Especially the clouds. There were big, puffy white clouds and dark, ominous clouds together in the same sky. Sometimes spots of blue decided to take part in the sky canvas... sometimes it rained too, but only in small areas for short amounts of time. I think the rain followed me as I went here and there. But then the sun sets and the artificial lighting takes its cue. Every time I step under a street light my body finds just the right pose... The sad/deep/contemplative/cultured pose that makes me look like a mysterious poet, who hides in words. Headlights flash on and deer come out.