Once safe inside my car I kind of just sat there. I listened to the steady rain make contact with the metal roof Saw the droplets glide down the windshield I felt the cool of the night on my ankles and then seemingly everywhere as it crept up me and sent shivers to every cell. It was just met again Alone. Lonely. I wasn't surprised, no, just met with the same disappointment as usual.
Thunder. Police lights down the street. The after taste of coffee on my breath I missed you. I missed a lot of people.
The rain picked up. "I should start the car and go home."
Another writing from a summer night; mostly just thinking aloud