A Preference for Rain

A Haiku

By Jacinth RysePublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

The touch of sadness

As wind wistfully blows through

And turns grey skies blue

About the Creator

Jacinth Ryse

Reader insights

Be the first to share your insights about this piece.

How does it work?

Add your insights

Comments

There are no comments for this story

Be the first to respond and start the conversation.

Sign in to comment

Keep reading

More stories from Jacinth Ryse and writers in Poets and other communities.

Bliss
Mind-numbing motion The swell and the sway absolve The burdens of life
By Jacinth Ryse3 years ago in Poets
Indigo
Television crackles. Static fills the muted space. I can’t tear my gaze from those turquoise eyes. Innocent eyes. Eyes like mine.
By Amanda Abelaabout 20 hours ago in Poets
The Bodily Archives
I passed by the chocolate store where we locked eyes for the first time. You wore the same roughened leather jacket, and I, the same red ballet shoes.
By Imola Tóth4 days ago in Poets
Something Is Beginning, I Think Challenge Winners
This challenge wasn’t about clean starts. It was about that weird in-between where something is beginning, but no one really knows what yet. A lot of these stories leaned into hesitation, into pauses and false starts and that feeling that something is about to happen but hasn’t quite.
By Vocal Curation Teamabout 14 hours ago in Resources