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It's raining here today...
I remember a June once,
when I could talk to her.

But didn't, and each word
unspoken now rests like a
brick on the silence that
lay thick as a layer of mortar,
growing into hardness
between us

What more would I have said?
These days I think of her
Mostly when rain falls in
gray sheets With a soft hiss,
as droplets paint the pavement
with color of an overcast sky
and collect on the road in pools
brought to full boil In
summer storms with the
sound of thunder on my skin

I recall in the air's smell
Her scent on the wind,
cool in my hair
A June once...
when rain fell...