The Dream

When I woke up this morning,
Outside it sure was pouring.
I laid there in shock,
From a dream I'm sure all will mock.
The water from my eyes was bleeding,
As I checked out to see if the tent was leaking.
I looked over at the other bed,
And the only part I could see was my mothers head.
She looked up and said it's been raining for the past hour,
And now I am going to take my shower.
And now I am in the tent alone,
Knowing in two more days I'll be home.
I'll be able to lie in my own bed,
And not have these dreams in my head.
This will all be part of my past,
But as usual my memory will make is last.