Today’s #bloganuary prompt is to write a short story or poem about rain.
Interestingly enough I wrote short fiction up until my early 40s–mainly for my own enjoyment. Then I took a couple of online classes about a discipline called haibun, which combines short non-fiction with haiku.
So that’s what I will try here.
They say that the sun may come out today. They said that yesterday too, and yet it rained again. It has been raining since New Year’s day–six days of rain and counting.
The clouds loose their moisture
Fat, wet drops hang from every branch
At least it isn’t snow.
Gardendaze 