© Marie Marshall(Thank you, Ina)
Only when it rains… I know…
Occasionally they do it at other times, just out of a sense of bloody awkwardness.
i love a good summer rain.. do i feel the flowers and trees see me better when it rains… ? i dunno… maybe they do…
I couldn’t begin to say – there’s a limit to my magic.
Nice work yet again, Marie. Your poems have a way taking us through all different weathers – expertly. (And yes, I do mean weathers) 🙂
I’d accept whethers too.
Yes, I did a “whethers” type of haiku once and saw you liked. 🙂
Happy are the dandelions,
For they shall inherit the earth…
They’re waaaaayyyyy ahead of you!
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