I would never know

Not that it matters much ,
not that it makes any difference ,
not that it has any significance ,
not that it is real ,
but still ,
there are these occasional flashes
of spring rain playing
hide and seek
with sunshine ,
and the breeze
flooding my room
with both of them ,
and , Oh so dreamily ,
I ride on them ,
where to ?
I would never know .

akash