the falls are thin. the rains are hard. soon, fortunes will reverse.
Water Swap [Haiku]
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I hear the rains accelerate From the lightest sprinkle. Soon the streets are aflood; mere sound Makes my fingers wrinkle. The rain continues to ratchet Up: faster & faster. 'Til it's maxed out at a speed that Spells certain disaster. How can it keep up this dire pace? What sponge this cloud must be To hold on high, up in the sky, The contents of a Sea. But, in time, the downshift begins Towards just drips & drops. No matter how boisterous the band, The song, it always stops.

river ripples
roll downstream unwarped
by the flow.
The rains have arrived, pouring steadily. I watch from windows - high above the street, and see some stand in doorframes, tentatively, watching the droplets splat on the concrete, drops slip off curbs and into the gutters. You'd think the water would scour the world clean: that it'd sweep away the dirt and the clutter, and wash the leaves to a clean shade of green. But, instead, it deposits grit and trash in piles and sandbars that're spaced randomly, and befouls all the walls with muddy splash - that paints with red clay, less than handsomely. But, while it may make the man-made world meaner, the rain does make the trees' world much greener.