I used to lie down late at night listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse and the glacier fell into my dream; later I lay down late at night and listened to the wind and rain, and the wind was you, and the rain was also you; and now I lie down late at night and listen to the wind and rain, and there is no wind, rain, or sunshine.
This is a vulgar story about youth. As you write it, you seem to have met yourself.