Tiny writing exercise

I haven’t forgotten my commitment to daily writing exercise. Since I have very little time today, I am posting a very little prompt.

Write a haiku that mentions rain (for information about the form, go here) .

This time I am ready to post my own fabulous creation (which took me about two minutes to write—can you tell?):

Rain seeps through my clothes

Cold, cranky, all I want is

A vodka tonic.

Sometimes if you dig deep, you strike literary gold!

I have to go to bed now.

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25 Responses to Tiny writing exercise

  1. I didn’t actually get one. 😦

  2. Muff says:

    f-ing rain again
    My basement moist from ground water
    At least it’s not snow

  3. Gilly says:

    I used to write haikus during finals period instead of studying or writing papers. So essentially this prompt is an invitation to procrastinate. Thanks… 😉

    But seriously, I was prompted to finally open the book of haikus I checked out of the library over a week ago. I found a haiku that mentions rain:

    After a hard rain,
    a cat stops to shake a paw
    before moving on.
    -Arizona Zipper

    …I like your haiku much better!

  4. Muff says:

    And then there is the classic…

    Rain rain go away
    come again another day
    or start taking meds

  5. winsomebella says:

    Rain in my long hair
    washes away the summer
    and again I shine.

  6. gojulesgo says:

    That is magical. I love haikus.

    I see your tonic,
    And raise you five shots of gin;
    Let’s make it rain booze!

  7. A vodka tonic is a wonderful idea! I think I could go for two right about now!

  8. Virginia says:

    Since you’re on your way to bed, don’t you think a vodka tonic would help you sleep nice and soundly? 😉

  9. lesliehobson says:

    When my sons were 5 and 7, we were sitting with their Grandma on a dock watching a storm move across the lake. I told them we weren’t allowed to go inside the cottage until each of us had written a haiku about the coming storm. Now they are both grown and they still remember (and think I was a bit nuts). Still have our poems – even more moving now that Grandma has lost her mind to dementia!

  10. The wind blows the rain
    Into my open window
    Lethargy is me

    (And at this moment it is true).

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