I never thought August is a month of drought
The flowers that you gave me died of thirst
I put them in a box beneath my bed to keep your love for me

I never thought August is a month of rain
Perhaps you're crying and washing away the pain
Raindrops don't seem like a music to my ears anymore.

I never thought August would be this cold
So I sip an earl grey tea and read all the handwritten notes that you gave me

Now I realize it wasn't August that is cold - it's me.