Unexpected rain
 
sends the children scurrying
 
from their hopscotch game.

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Unexpected rain
 
drenches kids en route to school—
 
spring melancholy.

 
 
 

Early morning rain
 
dashes my plans for a stroll
 
through the neighborhood.

 
 
 

Under the plum tree
 
a puddle from last night’s rain
 
becomes a birdbath.

 
 
 

Rain, relentless rain!
 
The plum tree has not blossomed,
 
nor the peach nor pear.

 
 
 

Rain, relentless rain!
 
A crow high in the oak tree
 
curses every drop.

 
 
 

Rain, relentless rain!
 
I taste the distant mountains
 
in my morning joe.