RAIN HAIKU FOR LITTLE CHRISTMAS
It’s raining like mad.
atmospheric rivers
raging in the sky.
The rain pounds us down
to its level—a sea change—
salmon swimming home.
A rapid tattoo
beats a primal tympani
on roof and windows.
The old potbelly
groans like an arthritic dog—
last log on the fire.
The Epiphany
Three kings lost in the rainstorm.
A king cake of thought.
1/6/19
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