Fly with the wind

It's raining, the drops knock on my door.
Suddenly, the wind sings a song to me
elevating me with the leaves of the swaying trees.
It's a picture of a land far away,
where day is night and night is day.
It's a chase for lost time and a craving for smells and tastes;
a testamony of good will signed with drops of water so still.
Fill me up, make me snow!
so I can fall where otherwise I could never go.
Let me love every single inch of you!
where there's a wall I want to break through,
where ther's nothing I want to build you.
The wind silenced itself and the song-I could here no more!
But nothing was like before.