Gentle
You drizzle like snow,
A sight beautiful and white,
Brings forth purity.
Harsh
You tap on my roof,
So heavily pricking it,
Cold right to my bones.
Calm
Your gift's a rainbow,
Lovely candy for my eyes,
As you leave slowly.
Thinking of rain,
Balqis
Cold Sunday morning.
16.01.2011
*The idea of writing this Haiku came to me on a rainy day. It had been raining for two days and cold was gripping right into the core of my bones. I divided the Haiku into 3 parts to show rain's beauty, harshness and kindness.
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