Pluviophile
A Haiku and Two Tanka
“I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise every where, which is like silence, but not empty” — Mark Haddon
that azure obscured,
twining ardour, my whole day
mind fugitive fly
ears to air’s melody,
call of mizzle in mind’s porch,
eyes to soul’s window,
time to return what is yours
by you, for you always — rain.
your mist-y presence
heals, pitter patter-y night,
self-soliloquy,
create visions that were mine,
by you, for you always-rain.
“ I always like walking in the rain, so no one can see me crying” — Charlie Chaplin
Pluviophile:One who loves rain. it’s cold and chilly and nobody wants rain , probably except me.
I want it for that music, melody and healing. Weird,I know!
Thank you Pierre Trudel Jenny Justice Tapan Avasthi Heidi Franklin and American Haiku for publishing my mind.
Thank you for stopping by.
