Smoking in the Rain

Here i sit smoking in the rain,
as thoughts of you invade my brain.
my head is soaked
skin sticks to wet clothes
a crash of thunder makes me gasp
does not disrupt thoughts of times past,
the cigarette has been nearly soaked through
my brain flooded with thoughts of you.
since you've been gone there have not been many happy days
but i can not complain
as i sit here smoking in the rain.
the cigarette not yet gone
my thoughts continue on
wondering if your okay
hoping you are wondering the same.
my shoes not water proof so socks are wet
but still, i do not fret.
the rain is coming harder it stings my face
it feels better than the pain i felt when you left this place.
suddenly, the sun peaks out its shining face
and i wonder, on this day
if you too, are somewhere, smoking in the rain.