A Haiku For A Rainy Seattle Morning

rain taps my window

echoing through memories

graveyard with damp grass

I listen to the gentle patter of the rain, memories full my head. Sitting in my bay window watching the rain. Laying in my childhood bed. Sitting in cafes, drying from walking, coffee welcome warmth. 

Does rain’s sound trigger any memories for you?


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