#Haibun: Rain
Posted on October 16, 2017
by Linda Lee Lyberg
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-By Linda Lee Lyberg
Rain, when it comes, is a delightful respite.
Washing away the layer of sand from summertime haboobs.
The desert, once the sky releases its tears, looks brighter, fresher.
The intoxicating aroma of blended earth and water filling the air; offering new hope.
Wild horses gallop through the Salt River.
Playful coyotes roll in the cooling mud.
Lusty roadrunners slurp from burgeoning puddles.
Giant cacti swell from the torrent of rain, preserving every drop.
Sated, full, replenished.
Dancing naked in the rain
Copyright©2017
Linda Lee Lyberg
Bjorn hosts at
dVerse today, asking us to write about water in one of its many forms.
A desert takes rain less for granted. I like how the haiku shifts to a desert of sinfulness.
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Thank you Frank. Always appreciate your comments!
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Great piece, conjured up some great memories. I lived in Africa once and did actually dance in the rain on one occasion after a drought of many months.
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Thank you- I have danced in the rain too and it is cleansing. 😊
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Love the smell of soil after the rain & that cleansing is more than just washing away; its refreshing!
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Yes, it is!
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Desert rain as a baptism. Everything fresh and new… a fresh and new you!
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Yes! Thank you.
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Hope you are well sir!
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Oh yes, and then the desert will be filled with wildflowers. I do remember that from when I spent a year there. Salt River sounds like Phoenix.
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Yes, I live in Mesa. 😊
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Beautiful ode to the rain. Love the way you say they’re God’s tears.
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Thank you Vivian!
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You’re welcome!
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Beautifully expression of nature. I love it👌☺️
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Thanks so much. Glad you stopped by!
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