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.
If I Were Brave 
Did the vodka tonic work?
Nancy
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I didn’t actually get one. 😦
Stunning.
f-ing rain again
My basement moist from ground water
At least it’s not snow
Love it.
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!
I used to compose limericks in my head instead of listening to the sermon in church. Somehow, you sound classier.
Composing limericks during sermon? You sound like a bad-@$$/my hero!
And then there is the classic…
Rain rain go away
come again another day
or start taking meds
It just feels like home when the children sing that one, doesn’t it?
warm and fuzzy.
Rain in my long hair
washes away the summer
and again I shine.
Pretty.
That is magical. I love haikus.
I see your tonic,
And raise you five shots of gin;
Let’s make it rain booze!
Is it bad that I am enjoying this?
A vodka tonic is a wonderful idea! I think I could go for two right about now!
I hear you.
Since you’re on your way to bed, don’t you think a vodka tonic would help you sleep nice and soundly? 😉
Note to self: replace warm milk with cold vodka. 🙂
Very clever!
You are being kind. 🙂
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!
Leslie
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What a nice memory.
The wind blows the rain
Into my open window
Lethargy is me
(And at this moment it is true).
I think lethargy is underrated.