Images Poem

As rain drops fall from the heavens
my mind is pulled back to a warmer time
when the air was not as cold
& natural body heat was my enemy.
Now these layers of flannel & jean
protect me from namute,
but am I really protected?
Do these pieces ofcloth hide me
from this daunting place?
 Of course they don't
but I can hope that one day
there will me a rain jacket
that will stop the tears,
and sundresses that radiate summer