Rainfall

Smells like rain. In spring, summer, autumn, and winter. I open the window and breath slowly allowing each alveolus to be occupied by the oxygen. When we met it was cold despite it wasn´t the time for it. I was dazzled by your eyes in the same way as you did with my lips. The seasons changed but you and I didn´t realize because our caresses weren´t affected.

Smells like rain. Here, in Madrid, in Barcelona, and in any other place around the world. I open the window and put my left hand out leaving each skin cell to register the drop´s presence. I don´t know where I told you `I love you` for the first time. You´d taken me to many places where I left me speechless, that I´m not able to say the exact point. We hated the cheesy things, the romantic statements, and the rest of sweety verbosity. We talked, we talked a lot about our emotions but those two words were to jump beyond the cities.

Smells like rain. At three in the morning or five in the afternoon, the universe clock is running without thinking about the sky situation. I open the window and watch the puddles feeding. I remember our last kiss in that eternal sunrise. The sun was hidden just for two hours per day and we lost the sense of time. In all those moments, like with the rain, the only thing which existed it was the feeling of comfort that shouldn´t ever stop.

Smells like rain. You are not here. I don´t have a date, hour, or a place because that aroma can only carry me to you. I open the window. There´s nothing to look at, nothing to feel. There´re no memories to fill.