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August Rain
 
I remember an August once  
When I could talk to him
But didn't and each word unspoken 
Rested like a brick on the silence 
That lay thick as a layer of mortar 
And grew into hardness between us
 
These days I think of him
Mostly when rain falls in gray sheets
With a soft hiss as droplets
Paint the pavement with color 
Of an overcast sky and collects
On the road in pools in brought to full boil
 
In summer storms with the 
Sound of thunder on my skin
I recall in the air's smell and
The wind cool in my hair 
An August once when rain fell
In mortar gray hardness on our silence

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