Incessant blue rain
makes for heartache-clogged gutters.
Puddles of sadness.
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Excellent Patois! Love your interpretation of this great prompt.
Excellent job! That's probably true. I'm in a drought right now, though.
Blue rain will transform
My home into a big Smurf.
Clear rain is better.
:)
It's raining it's pour
ing, The Baby puddle jump
ed - why am I wet?
There's tonight's haiku for you, based on tonight's events.
Your Blue Rain haiku is a perfect finale for this week's prompt. Puddle jumping and splashing through a posey of blue rain poems this week
has put me in touch with a shared sense of longing.
Man, you're really harshing on my mellow.
Hey, I'm on my way to a haiku with that, right there, ja?
What a lovely interpretation. We have had so much rain lately, it is starting to make me blue.
Quite a heart-felt metaphor,to be sure. Thanks for joining us this week.
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