Rainfall in forest
begins softly as rumour
heard first by tall trees
Rumour of Rain Haiku
Rainfall in forest
begins softly as rumour
heard first by tall trees
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Thank you! Wow! From you that is an honor! You honestly made my day.
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… and perfectly matched with the deep greens
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Oh, I like this. It really is like this when you’re walking in a forest too. You hear it before you feel it.
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Thank you! I live in a forest, and have experienced that sensation many times. In fact, I wrote a haiku about it. 😉
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I’m not much of a poet, I’m afraid, so I’m sure many of your other readers could give you more informed opinions about word choice and so on.
In my (admittedly not very informed) opinion, though, it really was a very good haiku. Seriously. I know the exact situation you’re talking about and this poem summed it up beautifully.
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Thanks!
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This is so beautiful! I grew up in the forest. You hear the rain in the tops of the trees way before it hits the ground.
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Thank you so much! This one came to me while I walked in our forested neighborhood on a rainy day. It kind of wrote itself.
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