real vs imaginary

It is not real, nor imaginary rain

that showers every time I light a cigarette;

it is wet whisper on my balding roof,

or a refrain that I had heard in some caffe;

but it originates from certain cloud

that you may see each time it rains

and means my  cigarette and me are out.

Smoke coming from my mouth,

washed away. It is a random rain

but with consequent, particular umbrellas

facing all clouds, nut-shelling all heads;

wet ressonance of uttered words, like cantarellas

which turn in spongy sentences that clog my brain.

At hoc, some ash is falling on the ground,

flushed away; it is a soaking rain

that stirs the answers and the whys,

disolves the words in sounds.

Some sentences keep floating, keep still dry

till silence hits as flood - and wipes the stem.

Unspecified,unituitive, unuttered ultimat

that do not use articulation yet.

A sea of meanings that takes arm and end them.

Each time it rains I light a cigarette.

I am concerned about the spiders nets.

Quit is an absurd.

Dry is wet.