Struck

I watched as the match struck the box, igniting upon contact – she lifted the flame to my mouth.  Inhaling as the end of my cigarette caught fire, I coughed slightly at the intake of smoke into my lungs. 
It had been a while.  I cast a grateful nod in the direction of my benefactor and leaned my head against the brick wall.

The sky looked ominous, carrying with it, mist filled air and rumbling clouds bursting with thunder.

How similar to my mood, I mused.  The sky, similar to myself, seemed ready to burst at any moment; showering the earth with rain.

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