It is mid-summer and the old woman has not seen a single raindrop in several weeks. She tries to conjure the look, the sound, the feel of rain, but only the sun beats its rhythm all around her. With not even a thunderstorm in the forecast, she searches the sky in vain. As she glances west, the evening sky splashes her with its own gift!
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summer sunset –
painting the porch walls
hot pink
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©2013 Wabi Sabi
For Carpe Diem
‘sweeping the porch
bright prints of raindrops
followed by splashes’
Jane Reichhold
wabi sabi ~~~ poems and images 
This is breathtaking, Wabi Sabi! You have captured so much here. I really like the pause in the first line too.
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I love the image here.
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Fun take and fun to read! Definitely hot pink.
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Ah, but you now have the pitter patter of tiny feet to refresh your soul 🙂
warm summer raindrops
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that rosy light has me glued to my window, as it morphs into reds and oranges,..gorgeous take
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Just the colour of my porch walls at sunset 🙂
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great take on the prompt
and a vivid image
Cheers!
JzB
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Wow this was breathtaking
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Fantastic! Most excellent haiku!
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Lovely imagery. I love a warm summer rain.
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Oh wow …. loved it 😀
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Forget the sunset. I’m going to go out and buy some hot pink paint for my porch! Then, rain or shine, I can adore the color! 🙂
Sweeping the Sky
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heat at the end of the day creates a singular beauty that you have captured here
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