when the storm breaks out
the taste of the cloud is in
the falling rain
haiku (5 senses : taste)
Archives par mot-clé : rain
of cities and weather
I have found, living in Nelson, that some places are nicer in the sun, others in the rain, and others that are always nice. I find it hard to imagine Italy or Sardinia without sun, for example. Enter the name of the city, region or country that comes to mind.
The city that is always beautiful, in the rain or in the sun: Quebec city
The town that's dramatic in the rain: Greymouth
The city that is only beautiful in the sun: Nelson, where I live, is the sunniest city in the country. It is rare that there are more than two days without sunshine, but when it does happen I find the whole town loses its charm, this is not the case in Greymouth, which exudes something quite special in the rain. Strange! haiku
gently collapsing
under the burden of proof
days are getting long
like tears*
let my will melt in the coldness of August, shake off the dust of regret when I open the window, looking at you through the rain, a little sad, like tears on the window.
*posted for the first time in August 2019, reviewed in July 2020
haiku*
when you look carefully
in this small drop of water
you may find me
*first posted in May 2019, reviewed in May 2020.