A Rainy Evening Haiku

Moonlight hides from me 

Behind the rain laden clouds 

Spots on my glasses 

Within the Morning Rain

I lay within the morning quiet
My mind drifts to memories
As rain’s drumbeat calms.
A strange, irrythmic sound
Unexpected gaps of silence
Cool air chills my fingers

Awoke to rains rage
Where I’d resist the outdoors
I’m safe on my couch



I’m a product of Seattle. So much time in the rain, it defines me. I remember a moment, so many years ago, sitting in my apartment, looking out over Seattle with coffee and a good book. With nowhere I needed to go, nor be, I sat in the window bay watching the rain splatter upon the glass, gravity writing it’s magic. 

Seattle’s Rain Has Returned

Rain has returned
It feels more like Seattle
The one of my memory



So much of my life has been spent in the presence of Seattle’s rain. Though it chills my skin, it warms my heart.

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