tin tapping rainfalls
elicit cries of joy
from puddle-jumping child
Warning: There is no poetry past this point. You have been warned.
Today is April 27, 2014. Wow, it feels weird to come back to this after my self-imposed 4 month hiatus. For the last four months it has felt like I offered the world my hand in friendship and it spat in my mouth.
My wife has been very supportive and my daughter, L, who is three, doesn't understand but loves me anyways. Children are great like that.
Where I live, rain is a common occurrence. It doesn't downpour, but it will have a constant rain for hours/days/weeks. It's datable whether it is suicide inducing or not, but for my daughter, she loves it. She gets to splash in puddles, get her daddy wet, and just have fun. I on the other hand just get cold.
But, alas, that is me getting older. I remember when I was her age, yes I can remember that far back, the feeling of the rain storm. Of hearing the tapping of rain on the tin roofs. Of the smell of rain on cut grass and once, watching the rain come down and racing it with my father to the store, the rain falling on the cement behind us. This was one of the few times in my childhood that I saw my father laugh in childish glee.
The rain doesn't do that here, its more like a cloud that is apathetic and just settles in one place, but my daughter enjoys it none the less.
I miss that glee. Where did it go? Have I really changed that much or is it the condition of us all to lose the happiness in small things...I don't know. I think that is why I love haiku so much. Small, simple, without deceit.
If anyone out there on the intarwebs has a thought, please comment. I would love to read it.
On another note, I was considering, once a week, to read, record, and post my haiku as a downloadable mp3 file. What do you think? Leave your thoughts in the comments below.
Starting tomorrow I will be posting multiple poems a day. I will reach 365 poems by the anniversary of this blog.
Till tomorrow,
Thomas
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