The rain just let down,
Lightning and thunders gone.
Birds chirping gaily.
One more day, one more storm. Rain pouring, lightning all over the gray sky. Then, when it ceases, the sun peaks shyly a boo on us. It will be soon sunset anyway. The sky gets grayer...
In this somehow depressing and suffocating atmosphere, the gay chirps of some young birds breaks the gloom. It is fresh, it is entertaining. Will it suffice to bring the spring in my steps, the light in my head?
Waiting for the cooling night to come down, I just listen to the song of Nature.
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The Haiku Diary
PoetryWith five-seven-five, An haiku every day Keeps the gloom away
