Friday, May 05, 2017
Haiku Friday: The Rain
This is the time of year where you might wake up to sunshine or rain, and either way it is beautiful. Spring is like that.
It's simple, sure, but let's haiku about the rain today-- the way it is wherever you live, or however you remember it, or however you hope to see and feel and hear it.
Here, I will go first:
1985
In Williamsburg,Virginia
May's rain was languid.
Now it is your turn! Just use the 5/7/5 syllable schedule, and have some fun!
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Portland Oregon
Its where they invented rain.
It rains sideways here.
Thunder or lightning
I much prefer rain to snow.
Best Climate Ever
Its where they invented rain.
It rains sideways here.
Thunder or lightning
I much prefer rain to snow.
Best Climate Ever
# posted by 
: 12:59 PM
: 12:59 PM
Now: Oaks. Tomorrow:
Derby. Weather: Thunderstorms.
Calling all mudders.
Retired horseracing
reporter husband shows me
how to read the form.
"See that? It shows track
conditions in horse's past.
That's the way you tell."
A mys'try unlocked.
Info understood at last.
Hint: sly is sloppy.
Derby. Weather: Thunderstorms.
Calling all mudders.
Retired horseracing
reporter husband shows me
how to read the form.
"See that? It shows track
conditions in horse's past.
That's the way you tell."
A mys'try unlocked.
Info understood at last.
Hint: sly is sloppy.
Pretty wore two charms--
Moonstone imposing size,'bove
Necklace of small clear stones
Rain it was raining
Yes,From the heart of the moon.
Shimmer your beauty.
Moonstone imposing size,'bove
Necklace of small clear stones
Rain it was raining
Yes,From the heart of the moon.
Shimmer your beauty.
# posted by : 8:20 PM
: 8:20 PM
Dad, Grandpa, and me
Watch the prairie sky turn black
From the west it comes
Hot day turns cool fast
In the distance thunder rolls
Wheat sways in the wind
The first drops fall hard
Fat, wet bombs crater the dust
No more work today.
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Watch the prairie sky turn black
From the west it comes
Hot day turns cool fast
In the distance thunder rolls
Wheat sways in the wind
The first drops fall hard
Fat, wet bombs crater the dust
No more work today.
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