Dry record haiku
I’m tired of the record-breaking. Play us an old tune, weather.
trapped inside (again);
watercolor the dry earth
while waiting, waiting.
five days until rain,
or the forecast lies (again)
and the smoke stays, stays.
I’m tired of the record-breaking. Play us an old tune, weather.
trapped inside (again);
watercolor the dry earth
while waiting, waiting.
five days until rain,
or the forecast lies (again)
and the smoke stays, stays.