Save Me In The Rain
Hold Out Your Hand and Call Me In
It was raining. A steady downpour. Sitting down on the curb I grabbed my lighter out of my pocket and took the now soaked cigarette from my clenched fist for a little boost. Flicking the lighter a few times I managed to get a small flame started as I covered both the cigarette and lighter near my mouth with my hand acting like a shield. Placing the wet cigarette between my dry lips I tried to light it. All I succeeded in doing was causing it to smoke a little before sizzling out. Nothing to fill my hungry addiction. Tonight would be another miserable night on the streets.
“Hey kid! Get in!” a man’s voice cried from a car that had stopped right in front of me.
“I don’t get in cars with strangers.” I stated smartly.
“I’m Billie Joe. Now we’re not strangers, get in!” he commanded again. I tried to make out his face by squinting but gave up. Shivering I got up and pulled my faded black hoodie around my body tighter.
“Hey kid! Get in!” a man’s voice cried from a car that had stopped right in front of me.
“I don’t get in cars with strangers.” I stated smartly.
“I’m Billie Joe. Now we’re not strangers, get in!” he commanded again. I tried to make out his face by squinting but gave up. Shivering I got up and pulled my faded black hoodie around my body tighter.