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What the Rain Taught
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71 what the rain tauGht For days and weeks, finally months, each sated hour pummeled color from clothes, cold skin, left us silent, heads bowed beneath dead sky, vague regarding dreams we’d imported. Finally, we left as we’d arrived, fogged windows, lashing blades, seats stuck to limp shoulders, squinting toward melted landscapes. Thinking back, those few patches of blue, quickly smothered, seemed a taunt of the life we’d planned and thought deserved. Or, maybe, just a memory of what we wasted until the sun was gone. ...