Any dream will do

Deleted this by mistake, so just posting again...

The writers' network that I belong to is doing a sestina theme. Given my limited vocabulary and given that I haven't met anyone after him who has had as powerful an impact on me, I'm attempting a sestina (inspired by the same post) in all sincerity.
 
I suggest you read up the sestina link provided. For your easy reference, down below are the six words that each line of the first stanza ends with. I don't think this follows the Iambic pentameter, but Wikipedia says there is no restriction as such, so we'll go with that.
 
1. Rains
2. Fire
3. Mind
4. Afternoons
5. Myself
6. You
 
Howling winds, pouring rains
And the soup is cooking on the fire
Thoughts of you don’t cross my mind
Like they do on summer afternoons
But look at me lying to myself
That only one season reminds me of you
 
Hoping to catch a glimpse of you
Outside, through the pouring rains
When I am alone, all by myself
Inside, for a quick reflection in the fire
For I am too busy in the afternoons
To pay thoughts of you any mind
 
I live in a city called denial in my mind
Burning for no one, not for me, not for you
It’s been a year of pallid afternoons
Waiting for the invisible rains
No cheery hearth, no wood to feed the fire
For long, it’s been I, me and myself
 
I try hard not to look at myself
To veer stray thoughts of you away from my mind
I don’t want to rekindle a dead fire
That burned a long time ago for you
In December chills, in September rains
And even on sweltering April afternoons
 
Years have passed, leaving behind afternoons
Of memories of when I wasn’t all by myself
And of conversations about nothing in the rains
And of guilty secrets allowed only in my mind
When I was I and you were you
And we had all we needed to stoke the fire
 
Now all that is left are embers from the fire
Cooped up within four walls in the afternoons
And somewhere in the world, there’s you
Not pining for me, the me I’ve become myself
Yesterday’s memories swirling in your mind
Amidst the mountains in Canadian rains
 
Pouring rains and you together, only in this line,
And afternoons are all that I have to myself
And yet, a forgotten fire still burns in my mind