Small Stone that isn't

I wrote a small stone for today but
it sounded so inane now when I re-read it.
The rain is so incessant.
Tomorrow is tomorrow
but today I can't help fearing it.
Once more poison in my veins
and days to come of just more pain.
So here it is - today's small stone;

Again
the rain
against the glass.
I wish
I were
on a tall ship.
Sailing
on a blue sea.
Standing
on a sunny deck
a sail
flapping on the mast.