When it rains in the bowl
It rains in a large bowl, Meters wide. Drops pour heavy in the bowl. It tilts, threatens to fall. Blue, clear water drops, overflow as I hold the bowl over my head, arms stretched as straight as I can. A hole opens in the bowl between my hands. Water gushes out, my face is getting wet now. The water drops keep coming.
This is a poetic rendering of a dream I had. I like that it contains a simple feeling represented with a visual (bowl filling with water, held up with extended arms) and sensory (weight, water on the face) metaphor.