a pillow of soft white fog,
encapsulating every perception,
a small wave of lightning,
sends a message,
a gift to the rainstorm.

it came to listen,
to the joy of life,
beings from another land,
travellers between dimensions.

fabric soothes my torso,
from the cold, wet air.

a wall created from the vegetation,
hand-picked from fields of infinite beauty.

it's the comfort in discomfort that matters,
one cannot exist without the other.