Rain teases, trickles,
more sweat than shower
air thick and smothering
sits on my chest.
I exhale in puffs
willing chest to rise
begrudging this outing
happy scales, while
somber sky squeezes
a single droplet
kisses my skin
and then explodes
of water soaking
as a river traces
contours of face
and through it all
a laughing melody.
Fierce the gathering
clouds laden, heavy – my heart
echoing the storm.
(For Ronovan Writes Haiku challenge: fierce & storm)
The air hangs heavy and yet I shiver,
threat of rain clouds the forlorn sky;
high above the palm leaves quiver,
the air hangs heavy and yet I shiver
even birdsong has become a wither
Nature’s wrath seldom a passing sigh;
the air hangs heavy and yet I shiver,
threat of rain clouds the forlorn sky.
(An attempt at a triolet for Jilly who is hosting the dVerse pub tonight.)