talk about the weather is heard throughout the town. the same words coming from different mouths. a storm is coming, and it will end the drought. the florist told me in an hour it will start pouring. the lady at the bus stop glances at the sky and tells me the same. you told me i hear what i want to hear and in everything i hear your name. tell me, is it raining there too? the last time i talked to you, we exchanged words sharp enough to split a soul in two. i was wondering if i should have brought an umbrella. but most of all, i thought about how wonderful it would be to just talk about the weather with you.