I like the way the air tastes just before it rains.
The sweet smell of the spring flowers blooming in a nearby field.
How the whole world seems to turn green, at least for a split second.
then everything turns gray.
dark and misterious.
wet and soggy.
It reminds me of the days I spent longing after you.
Wasteing my life away.
How many times I'd wish you call,
Or how I'd long to see your face.
I know I could always lookat that old faded picture of you,
but I wanted to see you in person.
And I never did.
So I moved on,
and now I'm smelling the rain,
dancing, laughing, and having fun.
Always without you
