Is it gonna rain?
Feels like rain — that heavy air,
white sky, and stillness.
Filed under: haiku, rachel's post | Tags: anticipation, haiku, humidity, rain
The air hangs like a
wet blanket. It will rain soon.
Filed under: haiku, rachel's post | Tags: duct tape, haiku, hole in my boot, rain
Drizzly walk today.
My foot went squish squish inside
my boot. More duct tape.
Rain hitting a tin
roof — echoey, resonant –
may lull me to sleep.
Filed under: haiku, rachel's post | Tags: Freeville, green grass, haiku, Ireland, rain
The rain last night
turned Freeville into a wee,
green Irish village.
hits the roof over my head.
A good day to write.
Filed under: haiku, jenna's post | Tags: alaska, Anchorage, ice, ice rain, rain, snow, weather, winter
A mumbly gray day–
would love to go round and paint
houses bright colors