The Scent of Rain

Left alone in the street,
I felt it coming.
ready to wait...

The rain touched my skin.

Wanted to burry my hands
deep in the ground,
let the water to come in
through my fingers.

I longed to get lost
in the forest,
meet you on forgotten crossroads...

I wouldnt speak.

I would lie down in the grass,
with the scent of rain,
let myself to be changed
in the figure you like...