Image: April Showers (here)
shuuchuugouu (severe localized downpour)
The shuuchuugouu has a way with moods. It revels in afflicting an innocent
soul sitting at the front porch. One who is looking forward to enjoying a puff.
Playing with a pipe in his mouth nonchalantly twirls it a little as the clouds
above move ever so slowly across the blue skies. He dreams of a beautiful
flower his mind far away his eyes remain close he smiles every so often.
Suddenly a gust of wind swung hard against the open windows with a
loud bang.It signals a turn in the weather and so also his mood. A sudden
chill and the sky turns grey. He is now no more in a dream and he waits
It is bound to happen. In that part of the country that is how the drama
unfolds. A sudden shriek the trees in the distance swaying each trying
to uproot itself to seek shelter. A grimace slightly not outwardly
depressing but thankful that Providence sees it plain he ought to
be doing something.else
The heavens come down suddenly with vengeance. He gets up to stretch
himself. He walks slowly in through the door. He is to fulfill his obligation
inspired with ideas as prompted by the April showers.
Squalls and biting rain
Conscience ignited brilliance
Thankful to nature
For Toni's at d'Verse's Haibun Monday - 50 shades of rain
What a great way of getting your message across Hank. I could imagine all what you wrote. Well done.
ReplyDeleteYvonne.
A downpour can sure drench one, much like a ton of ideas can too.
ReplyDeleteYour writing captured the immediacy of the downpour!
ReplyDeleteSuch a lovely explanation, beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteI love how you wrote of the downpour and how it got you to going! I can smell the rain in this.
ReplyDeleteWell done, Hank!
ReplyDeleteLots of great descriptions. I could really feel the suddenness of it
ReplyDeleteI like the way you use the sound of that approaching rain... yes I would shut the doors and stay inside if I could
ReplyDeleteOh Lord..
ReplyDeletei thINk i'M hooked
on words as hypergraphia
speLLs.. a WeLL waTeR Storm iN poEtry
Down poUr noW iT iS.. and more it goes
too.. plunging potent meteor
in wHolE ocean AS
real of 67 months
ago..
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tail end
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Words
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Rain Driven BLows..;)
I love the different moods, specially the one with the vengence. I must confess that I don't like this kind of rain. Thanks for joining us Hank.
ReplyDeleteI like this one and learning your language! We just had this kind of rain-about 30 minutes ago~
ReplyDeleteA dramatic telling!
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