Water in a jam jar turning cartwheels with a swish of the brush. Whirls of colour, smudges and paint splashes. Cloud bursts gush the gutters and in the midst of cacophany are musical patterings from the overarching hawthorn where the chaffinch has her nest. Drips play clear, accelerando rhythms on greenhouse glass. It is rain showers beating in the heart of a child.
branches shake themselves
watercolours soon drip dry
I am drawn to rain
Inspired by Toni’s Haibun Monday on 50 shades of rain where she gives us an array of Japanese words to choose from. Kisame means ‘rain that drips from tree branches’