Storm Haiku

torrential downpour

crash of thunder, lightning strikes

glimpse Nature’s fury 

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The Money Pit

      Frantically I dash from one end of the house to the other placing assorted pots, pans, and buckets. 

      Outside the rain pisses down.  Inside persistent dripping taunts and my tears roll quickly in silent desperation.  Damn roof!  Damn house!  Damn weather forecast!

   

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The Blessing

         Just before dusk, friends gathered to roast marshmallows and watch the sunset.  Sitting by the bonfire, light and shadows from the flames danced across Sadie’s face.  A string of moments littered with stolen glances, nervous laughter, and finally pure bravery on his part had led them to this first date.  Holding her hand, Dillon leaned in tentatively tasting the sweetness of her lips for the first time.  Fireworks exploded, as symphonies performed in his heart.  Consumed with new found passion, he kissed her again, oblivious to the stray drop that fell dampening his cheek.  Passion quickly deepened the kiss as falling droplets gained momentum and Sadie returned the kiss with enthusiasm.   They paused gazing into the heavens, then at each other, as the droplets quickly multiplied into a downpour.  Exhilarated, their hair plastered to their heads, clothes drenched, they giggled uncontrollably as they raced with the other party goers to the nearby pavilion for shelter.  

   

      Several years later they stood on the same beach, surrounded by even more friends and family seated in white folding chairs.   Gorgeous flowers mixed with ocean spray and anticipation scented the air.  The sun peeked from the horizon as they repeated their vows oblivious to the dark clouds quickly filling the sky.    Resplendent in an off the shoulder bridal gown sparkling with sequins and pearls, Sadie was a vision as she gazed teary eyed at him.   As Dillon took her in his arms for their first symbolic kiss as man and wife, the heavens opened showering them as it had when love first consumed them.  This time, fireworks exploded as planned, music began to play, and the rain danced in celebration blessing the first day of the rest of their lives as they once again found themselves giggling and racing for the pavilion where the party celebrating their nuptials would last late into the night.

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Haiku: Rain!

For the 12^th day of NaBloPoMo and the UltimateBlogging Challenge I am stepping out of my comfort zone again and attempting another haiku for the Write Tribe’s Wednesday Prompt.  I didn't realize that the challenge was to write about rain!!!  Sorry about that folks, let's give this another spin with my head out of my ass this time!! 

Bright sunshine retreats

Purple clouds envelop me

The first raindrop falls

Rain

     Although you will probably never find me praying for rain or doing a rain dance, I don’t mind rain when it does happen.  It is kind of like the $hit in life that a person has no control over, it happens so it is best to deal with it instead of complain about it.  If I happen to be at a concert or an outdoor event, it is going to take a lot more than rain to force me to hang it up and go home.  However, a little thunder, lightning, and wind gusts strong enough to blow me back to start will send me packing.

     I am not one of these people that cart an umbrella everywhere I go in case I get caught in a down pour.  If it decides to rain, so be it.  I will rush through it.  A little rain never hurt anybody.  It is only water and most people voluntarily get wet in the shower.  They will willingly go swimming or run through the sprinkler.  G0d forbid a little rain falls from the heavens.  The same people will go into a panic and arm themselves with raingear and umbrellas or seek cover until the rain subsides.  It is not acid.  It is water.  I have places to go and have no desire to wait around.  I am more than willing to get wet and dash through the rain.

     Rain is actually rather invigorating.  I don’t care how old I get, getting wet makes me laugh.  It is fun.   If you get the crazy notion to run and become Miss Athletic, a little rain feels really good when you are all hot and sweaty.   When I was on the cross country team in high school we would always go out and run miles on end during practice.  One time I got stuck miles away from the school in a downpour.  You can bet I stepped it up a notch and ran a little faster that day.  The fact that I was running along side the road made little difference to the motorists speeding by.  They kept right on trucking full speed ahead splashing mud puddles all over me.  When I arrived back at the school I looked like a muddy drenched rat.  I wasn’t alone.  The whole team looked that way.  The only difference was the rest of the girls took time in the locker room to primp.  Stupid me, I raced headlong into the gym where the girls on the volleyball team were practicing.  They all stopped and stared at me like I was an alien from Mars.  I suppose I looked like an alien to those prissy girls who were to perfect to even sweat.

      Being out in a downpour adds to the adventure in life.  Sure you get wet, but that is the beauty of it.  Rain makes the flowers and the plants grow.  I love how when it rains the house becomes so dark that you can barely find you’re a$$ with both hands.  It is perfect weather to sleep in, or simply burrow in with a good book until the rain passes.  It often cools the earth after a hot, sultry day.  I can honestly say the only thing I really hate about rain is the mud and puddles that are left behind in the aftermath.  I hate high stepping over mud puddles.  I hate tip toeing through the mud.

         Rain is just part of life.  If folks are so willing to swim or jump in a lake, then I just don’t get why they have a problem getting wet when it rains.  They will dry, and life does go on.  Just let it rain until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.