Transitioning

First comes the gentle sounds of rain delicately hitting the panes of a window in another universe. Unseen but heard, it draws awareness away from the world around you towards that other one.

I woke up first to the sound of rain. Then I woke up to the smell of damp rain. Then the feel of cool damp air on my face. Then my eyes opened to grey skies, bright green plants with raindrops on them gently blowing in the breeze.