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Unrequited Rain

It's not the rain
that makes my eyes wet. 
It hasn't rained in forty days. 
Nights are long and quiet. 
The silence cuts to bone. 

It wasn't rain that quenched the fire. 
It hasn't rained in forty nights. 
The well is dry... so am I. 
Nights I sit in silence
while it rains. 

r ~ 4/19/14


copyright 2014.  Rick Richardson

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