Japanese Pattern

The wind blew through the bedroom tonight, from through the door, and then through the three north windows, curtains flying. It flung in some rain, which felt like glass to me because the prolonged drought season has meant that rain will have to fall hard. 

I went outside and lay down on the deck, looking up at the strange half-stormy, half-drought night sky, glass pelting down on my face.

I dreamed a little with my eyes open. We do that in the desert. We dream with our eyes open and feel soft and peaceful with the only things moving those lights and breezy glassy rain that touch and push. Then you close your eyes and know even less where you are because the wet colors the black of your mind a kind of watery dark blue like the backgrounds of some Japanese pattern.