under the bridge
rain's chaos doesn't vanish:
ripples spread; drips plop.
Under the Bridge [Haiku]
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through a window:
first ripples of a Spring rain
seen on a pond.

Rainy December day
blows in - not long to stay.
From season to season,
without any reason,
sometimes we feel the fray.

Spring rains stalk up
behind a bald mountain;
a brown flood flows.