The Rainy Day Hitchhiker

Your thumb points to Heaven From the side of a service station Near a highway drenched in traffic Where the last passing car splashed a wave Across your effortlessly persistent smile, And somehow you appreciate the shower With an understanding for the desolate Who sleep in their dreams and die out Among atheists fighting in public And I love you. You are a blessing, Blessing the silence. The silence holds you close And your thumb points to Heaven As I sing along to a jingle on the radio In the comfort of my car, Where I can bop my head As the windshield wipers keep in time To your favorite song, The one you used to blast and sing along to When the clamoring birds outside your window Became too much. How I miss you - You have that power Powers envy, Yet your thumb still points to Heaven As I laugh at the simple concepts Of a rainy day hitchhiker, Who I will not let sit on and soak My fine upholstery, So I keep driving in search For random rays of sunlight To rain down through the occasional breach Between clouds.