Well, what will it be today…weather forecasters are like gamblers, never really knowing what to predict…wind, cold but the test is who will foresee kinds of precipitations these days… She prepares her bag before going to work adding safety measures to be able to challenge the moods of Mother Nature.
(troiku)
spring elements white powdered footpaths unpredictable
spring elements
moments of gusty winds
streams of golden rays
white powdered footpaths
clings to the past in silence
no one’s listening
unpredictable
cruel and vindictive
like a scorned lover
Startled at the first crashing sounds, she glances out the window looking at the hurried rain falling. Thunder continues to threaten perhaps another power outag; she places the kettle on the stove…at least there will be tea to sip. Until then, she takes her pen to scratch a word or two before the darkness falls.
drum rolls warn
skies give way
pouring rain
pouring rain lovers squeeze precious moments midday nap
starlings seek shelter
nestlings whine in union
earth gulps excess
I was pleased to see the prompt at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, “Midday nap” seeming just perfect to slip in one more stanza so fitting with this midday rain.