rain falls on sea

Rain falls on sea

The light from the porthole is quite clear today,
the garden I see is a memory of what it
used to be thirty years ago;
for all I know, they may give paved over and painted the lawn it green.
Styrofoam trees and plastic flowers, and there is no need for a gardener.

Do I hear raindrops falling? Is it getting darker or is it rats scratching to get at my inert flesh? I have been dreaming of rain for thirty years,
a tropical deluge foam on the sea, flashing lights, under; each man froze in a frame, no thoughts everyone only absorbed by the eye of the storm.
When the storm passed the deck was cold to walk on, a new clarity of ideas before routinely begins.
When we reach the shore, I will leave this ship to climb a mountain,  to experience everything anew. I’ve waited for rain and the eye of the storm to come and make me whole and young again.