Puddle

Puddle in the street

Reflecting the clear blue sky

Then came a pigeon

This Haiku reminds me of one of my favorite times, lying in my bed and listeing to the rain pitter-patter on my windows. The wind howlsand shakes the glass, and I can hear tree branches thump againt the roof.

In the morning, after the rain has stopped outside there are puddles everywhere. Some of them are muddy, but some of them are clear and act like little mirrors that reflect the trees and the sky.