Life in seventeen syllables
Sometimes dark clouds anda weeping sky make a goodmirror for the soul.
The summer before my sister died, it (seemed to) rain every day. I took long walks letting the rain roll down my neck and soak my clothes. I know this feeling well.
Nancy, I'm so sorry. I can relate. The day my ex and I split, it was a rainy, snowy day and I walked in that weather for miles.
Thanks for sharing this, Doris. We find solace where and when we need it. Nature is a good companion, reflected in your photos and haiku. So glad you've kept it going.
I agree. There is something healing about being in the 'elements'. Thank you for the kind words about the haiku writing. It has become a part of me now. (Smile)