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The rain played along
The rain was a choir.
I used to dance with it.
Now I run from apointments to my car, cursing myself for forgetting a rain coat.
The rain smelled of summer honeysuckle
I used to taste the treats.
Now I pretend I got a bubble of sweetness when the 8-year-old asks hopefully.
The rain talked to me
but I could only listen woefully.
A tortured time
A sleepless night
A sad, sad song
the rain played along.
