I hear the rain…it drips and it drops, it drops and it drips.

Hurricane Haiku.

Creation and life begins anew. When you finally can hear the music inside of you and destiny is calling. You want to sing a song.

Goes with "White Monarch", "Black Leaf", and "Owl, Owl"

Again, I’m not one for descriptions, however, this poem goes along with my most previous submission and a few other to come.

In mid April the sky is clear. Spring is already there. The first days of Spring do not have many showers.

The weather is depressing at times, and we need good weather to lift our spirits!

That magical day when halfway there becomes almost there.

When the rain stops, we’ll enjoy the season.

A short piece written about spring.