I live inside a water house. My sheets are damp and it rains inside. The shower clouds cannot get out. As guests they come through the pipelines and visit my house. They move through the air and stick to the windows to look outside. Maybe they have missed the outside world, traveling through cities, pipelines, homes and human bodies. Back into the pipelines, back into human bodies. They change the view every morning, they change the light inside. They leave when I turn the heater on.