It’s Sunday morning

It’s raining

It’s raining heavily,

I sit in a cafe

I’m alone

I’m content,

I’m drinking a cup of black tea

My hands wrap around the mug

As I take a sip,

It’s hot

to hot,

I set the cup cup down and look out the large glass windows

I watch the world,

The wind screams

As trees dance to the music

The rain plays  off the ground,

I see a women in the distance

She stands alone,

I watch her

I ponder her

I question her,

She's standing in the rain

Wearing an oversized coat

Black pants

And light purple high heels,

Her hand pulls a cigarette from her left pocket

And a lighter from her right,

She lights the death stick

She inhales

And a cloud of smoke kisses the air for the first time,

She interests me

I don’t know why exactly but she does,

So I watch her

I question her

I focus on her,

Her hands are trembling

Her legs are shaking,

She must be cold,

So why not come inside I wonder

Curious,

I continue to watch

Her face is flushed

Her cheeks are puffy

Her eyes are red,

And that’s when I get it,

That’d when I understand her,

I women

Standing alone in the rain

So nobody could see her cry