Another photo from my walks. This tree really impressed and delighted me, especially with the fading light.
Another damp day in quarantine here in Seattle. How’d you day go?
A Drippy #Seattle #Haiku: #NaPoWriMo2020
Tag: rain
A Rainy Night In Seattle
as the water falls
air speaks to my sense of home
the night hides mountains
I wasn’t able to get out today for a walk, and photo explorations. It rained a good chunk of the day, and I was pretty busy. So, I grabbed this photo from Pexels as it captured my mood.
Tonight’s Haiku: About Spring Rain
as dreams are emptied
once the spring rain has fallen
see the refreshed sun
A Rainy Saturday Evening Haiku
daises in the rain
water dripping from my hat
the wind’s memory
A Rainy Day Haiku
rain induced darkness
overhead clouds bring dampness
winter’s grip still hurts
A Friday Morning Meditation
morning darkness
rainfall speaking to my soul
memories rattled loose
With most of my life spent around Seattle, rain hooks a special place in my heart. A sensation complex and layered relationship, true, from love, tranquility, sadness, and depression. Trek me shot your relationship to rain.
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p style=”font-family:"font-size:16px;”>Early morning, life starts to stir, Seattle’s rainy tendencies reach their fullest expression. Not the monsoons of my childhood, rather, regular, continuous drip. The weather presents challenges for many.
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A Haiku For A Rainy Seattle Morning
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A Seattle Morning Haiku
cold morning
rain gently taps
the day awakens
A rainy Tuesday Haiku
pattering outside
gutters groan quite loudly
blessing my rain gear
Well, quite the rain to wake up to. Not monsoon like, but still rather heavy.
I hope your Tuesday meets all your goals and desires.