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A blacksmith
Raises his hammer
Strikes anvil.

This anvil
Raises mighty hand
Strikes blacksmith.

Thunderstorm –
An evil anvil
When twisters.

Thunderstorm –
An angel anvil,
Rain for droughts.

With lightning –
Dramatic.  Thunder –
Tympanic.

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photo by Crystal Woroniuk at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nxwVgtc/Approaching+Storm

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* The haiku I write are lines of 3-5-3 syllables instead of 5-7-5.
See Haiku article here for explanation, if needed: https://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/haiku/

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2016.

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It struck me – every Day –
The lightning was as new
As if the Cloud that instant slit
And let the Fire through –

It burned Me – in the Night –
It Blistered to My Dream –
It sickened fresh upon my sight –
With every Morn that came –

I thought that Storm – was brief –
The Maddest – quickest by –
But Nature lost the Date of This –
And left it in the Sky –

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            The Rainy Day 

In spring, the last of winter’s cold
   Rolls south across the Plains,
And often with that marching front,
   There is a line of rains. 

The front moves fast, like armies do,
   And soon, one cannot find
That narrow band that cut a swath –
   And that’s rain of a kind. 

And then,
There’s a rain. 

In summer, on the skin that’s sky
   A boil begins to rise.
Its head is white and anvil-shaped,
   And thunder fills the skies. 

And like the speed with which it’s formed,
   Its moisture soon is mined.
The boil is burst: flash, thunder, pour!
   And that’s rain of a kind. 

And then,
There’s a rain. 

There is a time when systems form
   (And most are called a low)
And they are not mere hit-and-run;
   They come and do not go. 

It’s raining when you go to work
   And raining as you stay,
And raining as you traffic home,
   It’s all a rainy day. 

And that?
Well, that’s a rain!

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2014.

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