After the Rainstorm
The rain had started lightly as graceful drops on the windows. It 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 whispering. Thunder roared somewhere
far off in the distance . . .
birds were twittering
unseen in the bending trees
then they were silent
Lightning began to illuminate the sky and the thunder moved closer. I
went to sit on the garden porch and I watched the rain cascading on the
foliage and 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 into the garden were wet and beautiful
with dripping green. I just let myself float away . . .
soft and so gentle
rain weeping in the garden
the giver of life
It rained all the night, becoming a downpour. Sleep music on the roof
of my home as I lay in my bed, warm and cozy, listening until my eyes
drooped and closed. I awoke in the morning and the storm had passed
but the streets were flooded and rain was gushing from the storm runoffs.
I went out to the garden and it was so tranquil and still. It seemed happy,
and to me seemed a jungle rainforest . . .
a garden dripping
leaves heavy with the wetness
after the rainstorm
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September 13, 2015
Haibun
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