Deserts miss the rain

I sit stuck with the face on the window, counting the raindrops... dreaming of you.
I sit and watch the rain washing the dust, the wind caressing the air. How i miss your lips, your face, your eyes... how i’d wish to be there where you are, to hide myself in your soul, to breath with you the same air... to wander within your feelings like the rain touching your skin.
How i miss you and how deep you’re inside of me.
Each moment spent with you is carved in my heart and still missing you, still wanting you here with me, still dreaming your face... still missing you like the deserts miss the rain....