Through the rain. A haiku and Renga collaboration.

A Collaboration.

tales told different

Aishwarya and I are back with a rain collaboration.

This time we used the haiku form, with accompanying one liners.
And even wrote a Renga at the end.

She wrote in (light italics) and I used the (bold italics)
Hope you enjoy this.

Through the rain

Do you see it,
Rolling in on darkened clouds.
Can you catch its elysian scent,
Tumbling on the torrent winds.
A promise,
And a warning!
The feeling that things will not be the same,
Cleansed?
Or scourged?

Through her incessant,
Downpour, she communicates,
Forlorn or happy?

When it rains, cheer on Earth reigns, is nature happy unburdening herself?

For erosion smoothes the rough edges, and draws new lines of potential.

As deluge cascades
Reflections of the self glisten
Splashes of new life

Tears renew spirit
So does rain, washes old.
New memories made

Sometimes a tear or two energises self…

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