The rain is falling
Time has stopped
A very slowly approaching cloud
and I am lost in the sky high fluff
I turn into a bird
or a patch of grass, a few blades
I am multiple and identical to others
to the blind eye
Each shade of green and yellow
each passing sun ray tan on my skin
and I am three blades of grass removed
from the perfect moment
where you lay on top of me
and flattened me in a sigh
of relaxation and sleep