haiku bones: 2 o’clock
remote wonderings
a private view
silent solitude
rain falls softly
unhurried
in sweet song
a light sprinkling
damp rainbow mist
descending drip shadows
near to noon
maybe midnight
possibly past
hush the secret chatter
the sky stirs
thunder rumbles
lightning cracks
rhytmic patterns
expressing their
point of view
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am or pm, the weather carries on regardless.
very soothing…reads like a lullaby…your choice of
words gives a wonderful visual of rain.
Soothing is the perfect word to describe your poem. Very lovely.
The reader can certainly feel the serenity of this poem.
2.a.m.