Midnight dreaming.

Dogs socialize across the village

a regular post-midnight affair.

The train rocks the mud huts as it hurls by,

un-godly fast for this time of night, 

what for?

The blustering bravado of the fan assures me that it's okay to sweat this much.

Unveiled, I await the day of your arrival.

These sleepless nights are when I dream the most.