A damp page

It's been raining for a week now and while the world needed water,
I didn't need anywhere near this much time to dwell.
Rain always causes my brain to fold up into itself,
and become waterlogged.
I need some sunshine, so I can dry out and dream again.
The dreams I've been having have been leaving me lonely.
And there is enough of that, without me being forced to dwell upon it.

The gardens are my haven, the store is my home.
The gardens make me feel brave enough to be alone,
while the store reminds me I am nothing of the sort.

I see many pretty faces, every day
and I'm waiting impatiently to see yours.
I know you're there, you found my letter tuck in the reeds.
You know I'm waiting, but you haven't come.
Did I not leave clear directions?

I am horrible at explaining anything.