喜欢雨的味道

do you know the smell of rain?

how can one describe it?

sitting at the window of my bright little room,

feeling the cold breeze on my left arm, 

i closed my eyes and take a deep breath, 

the night bird called, 

i closed my eyes and took another deep breath, 

trying to absorb all of these feelings. 

my one metre wide window wide open, 

there's only a net that prevents the bugs from coming in, 

can you smell this?

the freedom,

the peace, 

the quietness before the rain. 

how long will i still have,

moments like these? 

i love sitting by this window. 

if my father were here, he would freak out as i sat here so high up, 

don't do something so dangerous he would say, 

but i love this peace, love this cold breeze, 

if i could, i would put my feet out, 

so maybe its good that the previous tenant left the net here. 

that day, i went out to look from below, 

i didn't know that from the outside, my window was also so beautiful. 

that's how people see, if i were to sit by it, 

with my guitar, 

with my notebook, 

with my breakfast plate.

how long more can i enjoy moments like this?

but where did the rain go?

i'm waiting. 

can you smell it already? 

i took another deep breath. 

now i hear the rain, with that night bird calling again.

finally, it started to rain. 

i really love this feeling