He looked up to the sky…and at the same time a thunder struck…
As if he was invited by the black, sultry august sky to be a part of it…
He puffed out a small ring of smoke….he has mastered this technique just a few days ago…
He thought about it….about his breakup…actually he has been thinking over it for the past few months...Obviously with zero outcome
And then it happened again…that has happened always…a feeling of guilt surrounded him….
He wants to be senile…..but this very thinking practice…always prevents him to be so… 
He loved her…rather he loves her…if everything was so perfect then….what went wrong???
Again the sky lit up…and a huge thunder struck….he looked upwards, and suddenly he felt a drop of water on his cheeks…but it was not raining….