Basment Room

I think it's raining from my basement room.
But basements make for faraway ears, and rain dries up so quickly.
I still think it was rain.

I think the wind is blowing up above.
But wind is such a meaningless thing, invisable and always gone.
I still think it was wind.

I think I'm up there in the wind and rain.
But dreaming is always done in bed, so many winds and rains are dreams.
I still think it was me. -Things Not Seen by Andrew Clements

~Cale