My response to dVerse Poets Pub Haibun Monday: 50 Shades of Rain
Toni has asked us to write a tight one paragraph haibun, non-fiction, about rain and us, followed by a haiku about nature that ties our words together. Rain: how we experienced it, the emotions it brought out, the inconvenience it was, the beauty of it. We should choose one of the Japanese words for rain for our focus and use it as our haibun title.
I surface from the depths of sleep to the sound of a waterfall that seems to be rushing down the roof, gushing in the gutters and bouncing off the ground below like tiny ping-pong balls. It’s early morning and the room is covered with a pigeon-coloured patina. Unusually, there is no birdsong; no wood pigeons grumble on the telephone wire. I lie in the half-light and listen to the symphony of rainfall and its nuances: the drumbeat of big drops pounding on the coal bunker; the pizzicato drips in the water butt; the steady drone of the strings and the wind sections piping in the leaves. It’s hypnotic and comforting – I am inside, under the duvet, dry and warm, while the world is being rinsed for a new day.
lavishes leaves with a sheen
of turbulent green.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016