Come rain, come shine..

Shuddering, I breathe in
tasting the midnight air.
Clearing my mind
the air, refreshing within.
Head bowed, hands in pockets.
The rain pressing down on me
why am I here..
in the cold and wet.

When I could be..
home again.
The air I exhale
appears before me
and settles on my left cheek.
Leaving a pleasent tingle
the longer I remain
the black of the darkness deepens
and the rain pressing down even more.

Turning my back to
the desolate train station.
I feel the time slipping away
like the rain drops on my cheek
merged within a tear.
It drops to the concrete
lost within the storm and sent to the seas.
Never to return again.