Mountain Rain

I am glad
these raindrops aren't bullets.

But fuck are they cold.

2 a.m. on a little stoop
shirtless, utterly
exhausted,
and I am glad
it's just phlegm
and cigarette smoke.

I'm coughing
up, not blood.

And though I won't be standing
too much longer,
I'm glad it was
no one
that took me down.