by Rachel
i hid a smoke on the porch
and then it rained
and now it's soaked.
it rained so hard
it washed away
my favorite way to end the day.
the rain will come
and then it goes
it does not care about my woes.
it whips the trees
and wets the streets
it does not care for you or me.
my hair is wet
my face is cold
i wish i had that cigarette.
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