Splash!

I watched as the rain fell on the glass,
my mind far away, thinking of those good times
when the meaning of the word 'problem' was lost to me.
They were the best then,
Faultless,
exactly the way I wanted them to be.

Reaching out beyond the glass, trying to catch the drops that fell abundantly.
Some of it splashing on face, dropping into my mouth
tasteless, but I felt satisfied.
Life was perfect, no reason to leave.

I inhaled deeply, the scent of the rain.
odourless, some would call it
it wasn't, to me it was the most tantalizing smell.
sometimes when it's in that wet season again,
i try to go back,
to feel what I felt then.
then, when rain hasn't lost it's significance to me.