Distance that Drowns

[hilarical]

This is my favorite kind of rain.
Big fat drops that come down straight.
It always seems to pour here.
One thing I don't mind about this state.

I wonder if it's coming down,
far off, where you are.
I'd make the drive, just to know,
if it weren't so damn far.

My feet are wet from backlash,
of splashes on the pavement.
My mind is full of lonely thoughts,
and plagued with cruel intent.

As I stand under this awning,
with a cigarette pressed to my lips,
I regret the miles between us,
and all the rain you've missed.