That Time of Day

Late nights
Underneath the stars
Have always been some of
My favorite times

A bottle beside the
Campfire
A tent with the fly removed
Laughing with women

Driving down
The darkness
Underneath a full moon
Music turned up
Top down
Little to no sleep

Walking through a thunderstorm
Lightning flashing
Wind howling
Rain in my face

Darkness has always
Intrigued me
Bad weather brings
Out the best in me

A smile on my face
As the power cuts out
A cigarette in my mouth
As the rain comes down

Cigarettes last longer in the rain
As a few drops soak
Into the tobacco they slow
The burn

In the wind on the other hand
Cigarettes only seem to last a
Few moments before they
Turn to ash and blow
To the earth
From once they came

Wind or rain
Cigarettes always taste
Better at night
In the crisp air
With a
Cold drink