I happen to love watching the rain or even getting caught in it. I guess there’s still a kid in me. These first two haiku and subsequent writing are my response to Jamie’s prompt.
A Summer Rain
Drip, drop, drip drop, drip
Slowly comes the summer rain
Falling to the ground
Sitting on the porch
I watch the evening shower
Bring refreshment home
Late one afternoon I was out picking blueberries from our bushes. It was a perfect time to be outdoors. The sun was low in the sky. A gentle breeze was blowing, and there was plenty of plump, sweet fruit. I was enjoying myself when the sky began to darken. There was thunder in the distance.
The wind picked up making the chimes on the porch sing out. I continued picking berries, determined to fill a second quart basket.
Did I ever tell you I love to be outside just before a storm?
Feeling the strong wind, watching the darkening sky, waiting for the rain – I love it all! I even wrote a guest post at little did she know a couple of years ago about my friendship with the wind.
Finally the rain started with a few drops here and there while I continued working. Gradually it got stronger. It was time to stop. I took the berries inside and sat on the porch enjoying the rain.
That’s when I saw the pale rainbow that was actually a double rainbow.
So of course I snapped a picture. It was so refreshing out there I couldn’t bring myself to go inside. So I sat for awhile longer before going in to fix supper.
These last two haiku are in response to the #weeklyhaikuchallenge at Ronovan Writes where the prompt words are Darkness & Deep. My time outside as the rain approached also inspired them.
Dark Clouds and Sunshine
Deep, dark clouds appear
Gentle breeze becomes wild wind
Raindrops fall to earth
Though darkness was deep
Sunshine came in time to share
A lovely rainbow
Here is a short video of the rain as I saw it that day:
Psalm 147:7-8 (NIV)
Sing to the Lord with grateful praise;
make music to our God on the harp.
He covers the sky with clouds;
he supplies the earth with rain
and makes grass grow on the hills.
Listen, you heavens, and I will speak;
hear, you earth, the words of my mouth.
Let my teaching fall like rain
and my words descend like dew,
like showers on new grass,
like abundant rain on tender plants.
I will proclaim the name of the Lord.
Oh, praise the greatness of our God!