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Speaker A:
This is Dispatches from America.
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I'm James A.
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Brown.
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A mighty rain washed down my street, splashing speed bumps glistening curbsides rushing to the drains, each drop a bubble.
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Puddles drawn like Venn diagrams.
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Porches pounded, potholes tapped like drums, like teeth.
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Leaves shook on hundred year old trees, raised beds watered.
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The breeze came calling.
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It wasn't quiet, but it wasn't chaos either.
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It was something else.
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A reminder that John Cage was right.
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There is no silence.
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We always hear.
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What matters is what we choose to listen to.
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So here's my question.
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When the rain hits your street, what do you hear?
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Let me know on jamesabrown.
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Net.
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On that note, I'm James A.
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Brown, and as always, be well.