After the May Shower
The rain had started lightly as graceful drops on the window. I was
peaceful and tranquil and it made me want to meditate and closing my
eyes I drifted away to a sweet place of relaxation, fluttering on gossamer
wings. Tap, tap, tap on the windows and suddenly the wind was blowing
in the tangled trees with a loud whisper, as it does often in May.
birds were twittering
unseen in the bending trees
then they were silent
There was no lightning or thunder just the falling, falling, falling rain.
I went to sit on the garden porch and I watched the rain cascading on the
foliage and the spring flowers. I imagined their delight, so sweet, it must
have felt on their leaves and blooms. They danced and swayed to the music
of the rain and wind. The steps of the garden were wet and beautiful with
dripping green. I just stayed and was entwined with the May shower.
soft and so gentle
rain weeping in the garden
the giver of life
It rained all the night, becoming quite the downpour. Sleep music on my
roof, as I lay in my bed, warm and cozy. I listened until my eyes drooped
and closed. I woke in the morning and the showers had passed but the
streets were flooded and rain was gushing from the sewer runoffs. I went
out in the garden and it was so tranquil and still. It seemed happy, and to
me a jungle rain forest in the middle of May in Canada.
a garden dripping
leaves heavy with wetness
after the may rain
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May 2, 2015
Haibun/After the May Showers
Copyright Protected, ID 897318
Entered in the contest, May Showers
sponsor, Nayda Ivette Negron
First Place
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