S) It was late

It was late, and it was early,
The rain fell softly
Touching my hands and face
In consolation,
Dripping from the ends of my fingers
To splash on the ground with my thoughts.
A cigarette in my hand,
Half soaked, half lit.
It was a long way to the village,
And the hill above,
Crowned by tall pine.
I stood on the hill looking down at her house,
Watching the lights and the cars on the road.
The light went off,
I finnished my cigarette and went home.