Washed Away

Pitter-patter rain.

Walking, just me and the dog.

Briefly my heart stills.

Pitter-Patter

Raindrops on the roof.

A steady random drum beat,

but still musical.

Distant Thunder

"I laughed, lots" she says.

The thought nourishes my soul.

Like rain on parched land.

Safe

Wind. Thunder. The rain

argues loudly with the roof.

My house stoic, strong.

Give AND Take

Rain brings soil to it.

And so engorged, the river

takes more from the Earth.

Hills on Fire

A rainy summer,
with a verdant bounty. Makes
for a fiery fall!

Conversations With My Kids

Kids, clouds. They float free.
Their words like raindrops, drench me.
Me, earth. I listen.

Gone...

It's raining softly.
Seagulls circle overhead,
searching for shadows.

From the Heart...

Inspiration strikes.
Syllables rain down. Haiku,
bountiful harvest.

Thirst

It rains steadily.

Wonder why, it does not fill

my upside down pot.

Where is Home?

Leaving home to go
home. Like rain drops from clouds to
earth. The expat's life.

Looking to the sky

My Haiku blog is
awaiting inspiration.
Like parched fields in drought.

Drenched

The piano plays.
Music rains down on me like
a monsoon shower.

Really, I'm Not Kidding

"It is raining here!"
"On that side of the street? Nah.
I don't believe you!"

Tired

Driving home at night.
Radio plays, wipers dance.
Rain and Jazz mix well.

River

Rain, quenching parched fields,
Giving life and taking it,
Floods wash away homes.