August

Tears well up like a pooling creek,
Tears roll down like a silent river.
Those tears fall
In my lap,
On her head.
Her curly fur, white against
The red.
It's never rained this much in August.

Tears well up like a pooling creek,
Tears roll down like a silent river
Sitting in the
Dirt.
Covering love over,
As memories move from my heart
And down my face.

It's never rained this much in August.