Rain in the desert.

"I’m drowning in my own memory.

Like a following cloud they keep on bothering me.

And I’ll try to forget all of them.

But they stick on me like dust on a gem.

Were I just another shoulder you could borrow?

A person you could give pain and sorrow?

But sometime this love will vanish like smoke.

Burning away like the cigarettes which I smoke.

Cause waiting for us to be together ,

Is like waiting for rain in the desert."

- Bach Le Duc