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I knew I would miss the rain,
and I knew they wouldn't,
and I knew what that said about the differences between us,

I had gotten used to being a very popular lonely person,
and you were surrounded by people all the time,
making good memories,
the kind where if we were gone the next day,
it would be sad,
but all would be right with the order of things,

the noise was nice,
the way it pounded on the shingles of this old house,
it was company,
and I had no idea how much I would miss it until now,
until they told me the skies would close up for a bit,
so everyone else could have optimism sketched into their atmosphere by God,
or whomever they subscribed to,
colored in,
penciled in,
however they wanted it,

and I started dreaming a bit,
about what it would be like to be deaf---