rain mutters in eaves,
gurgles in gutters, whispers
on the windowpane,
plops on open umbrellas:
a fanfare of spring showers
Kim M. Russell, 2017
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My response to Carpe Diem honours Jane Reichhold (1937-2017) G.) whisper of rain
In the final episode of our special theme week in honour of what would have been Jane’s 80th birthday, Chèvrefeuille has chosen haiku from the summer section of her book A Dictionary of Haiku:
coming to sea cliffs
the off-shore breeze raises
a flower fragrance
curving with the land
a rainbow of clouds
moves out to sea
sunrise finds
fog in the valleys
fingers in sand
whisper of rain
on a sunny day the surf
wets my feet
sweeping the porch
bright prints of raindrops
followed by splashes
cloudy sunrise
all the bird song colors
on rounded raindrops
darkening beach
the warmth of a person’s eyes
for the sinking sun
scattered in sand
embers of a saltwood fire
face to face with stars
shell beach
wind blowing through
a train whistle
© Jane Reichhold
writing in north norfolk 
Powerful – just as rain can be
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Thank you for reading and commenting!
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A real fanfare in your tanka ! One can hear the rattle of the raindrops.
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Thanks Virginia!
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Beauty of spring showers was captured in your words.
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I do love the rain!
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Another lovely scene with such phenomenal feelings. 🌹🌹🌹
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🙂
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In praise of the rain … awesome tanka Kim
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Thank you, Kristjaan. Sorry I’ve not been contributing lately but I’m over my head with exam marking and can only manage two or three poems a week. But I will be back in July!
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