rain, sleep, and sadness

i wake to rain in the middle of the night and immediatly review the clothes lines in front of the teachers’ house. did i leave anything to dry? i am miles and miles from those wires and cords, from that wooden house on stilts over swamp, where dear souls sleep, where i once slept, but my reactions are still of those habits. last night, woken by rain and thunder, after realizing nothing of mine hung now soaked because i no longer live there, i entered a sad sleep.