the sun is hidden – a haiku

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the sun is hidden

behind full darkening clouds

distant thunder rolls


rain falls heavily

splashing puddles grow larger

the sky is now black


trees sway in the breeze

a limb scratches my window

a ghost of the past


will the darkness end?

will the sun ever come back out?

I long for its warmth

I watched the sun disappear

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I watched the sun disappear

fade behind a whispering sheet of black


the sun had touched my soul

begun to melt the shields that protected it

exhausting from me the strength that held them


in the quiet blackness

those shields tried to mend

creating rough layers over what was already there

any transparency fading quickly behind


but the rains came quickly

droplets eased through the cracks

and pounding hail quickly followed

the new shields

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do nothing more than reopen the freshly healed wounds


my mind no longer has control

they say that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger

and as my heart works to repair the damage

my soul knows this is true


one day

the sun will come back

its light will cut through the black that I see

its heat will dry the water that has pooled around me

and my shields will retreat only when they know it is safe

mother nature is confused

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mother nature is confused


pounding rains

lighting strikes through the sky

cloudy and sunny at the same time

snow swirls bouncing off the glass as it turns to hail

clouds of dust so dense the world becomes brown


in what seems like the changing and clashing of the seasons

five minutes has passed


but one ray of light shines brighter than the rest

casting the rain, snow, and wind in a shadow so dark they crumple

and fall into the ground


as the sun gains energy

mother nature is at ease

all is still

it sits in a field

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it sits in a field


bent and broken

at the stem

graying flower petals

touching the dying grass below

many falling off

with the swift gusts of winds

continually blowing past


at one time

it had flourished

the first of its kind

its beautiful

blue petals

catching the sign light

standing out

in the field of green

and many more sprouted around it

creating a patch of blue

so fluid

it could have been mistaken

for a small pond


the days of its vibrancy

have come and gone

days that were before the rain

that fell so hard

the large drops bounced off the ground

like a ball on a court

rain that washed away the new growth

of blue that had sprung from the ground

and weighted down the top of the tallest flower

until it bent and snapped under pressure


the rain had plans for this flower

plans that would stop it from growing

plans that didn’t want it to survive

didn’t want it take the breaths it needed to survive

stripped of its ability to live

it withered

and by the time

glorious beams of golden rod

shined down on it

it had given up its will to live

crushed under the weight of the world

words are falling from the sky

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words are falling from the sky

like rain


love lands on an umbrella

drizzling slowly off the edge

as if falling apart


darkness falls all the way to the ground

splashing on the asphalt

a surface that can’t absorb it


empty pools on he bench next to me

its letters scattering in all directions

unable to run off


happy sits on a horizon

colorful as the rainbow in the distance

far enough away to hold onto


the hope that hits my hand

and trickles down slowly

reminding me that I’m here

a child waits

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a child waits

sitting on a dimly lit stoop

listening to the an old metal sign

jingle in the wind

chilled by the frigid wind


a young man walks along the sidewalk

lit only by a fading yellow light on the nearest stoop

the creak of a metal sign

catches his attention

the familiarity of the wind takes him back to another time


the child waited

through the wind that blew the sign

through the rain that flooded his hair

trickled down his face

for days after

years after


the young man is reminded of childhood

of the countless hours spent waiting

in the wind and the rain

which he absorbed

chilling his soul

the man moves away from the stoop

turning instead towards the twinkle of sunlight shining through the clouds

the rolling hills of the pavement

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the rolling hills of the pavement


the surface appears flat

smooth even

but the flying splash

as spheres of water collide into the ground

lets me know the holes are still there


though strong

the water is not enough to create a surface that will hold

as I cross the street

made even drearier from the clouds in the sky

the old brick of the buildings that surround me

darker than normal

with no sun to radiate the multiple shades

of red and orange

that are normally bright

my feet create waves in the road

water shooting off in 360 degrees


the water and I become the same

as it runs down me

from head to toe

and splashes under my feet


do we not try to fill the gaps in our own lives

with substances that will not hold the weight

of our current situations

substances that can give under pressure

why else can rain affect our mood

making us feel as dreary as the sky

and long for the sun to shine through the sky

bring light to our lives

warm us


maybe the rain is helping us grow

much as it does nature

reminding us of what we should do differently

maybe this is why I like the rain

and welcome it