Sunny Day [Haiku]

blooms disheveled
by yesterday's storms,
shine brightly today.

Dystopian Desolation [Lyric Poem]

A road lined with burnt out junkers,
And garbage fires 'round which hunker
Cold souls sitting in drizzling rain --
That rain, that rain, their eternal bane.

Blue skies are a distant memory --
Except for in every reverie
That denies claustrophobic skies
The main villain role - e'er reprised.

Where's our long-lost hero, the sun?
Have stout clouds got him on the run?
Or maybe our hero 's bleeding out;
Its feeble showing leaves room for doubt.

Under a Cloud [Lyric Poem]

To be under a cloud 
Is not so sad a thing;
If you can love the rain,
And you can dance and sing.

PROMPT: Weather

What is your favorite type of weather?

Depends on whether I’m outside or inside. If the former, I favor the partly cloudy to sunny range, depending on how brutal or gentle the sun is, respectively. If the latter, I’ve got nothing against a cleansing torrential downpour.

PROMPT: Month

What’s your favorite month of the year? Why?

In temperate climates, I like early Autumn — say, October. In the tropics, whatever period is neither intensely hot nor intensely monsoon-y, is aces. Where I’m at now: November through March.

Why? I overheat when it’s hot, and that’s unpleasant. I’m fine with rain, but being constantly waterlogged is no fun. I like a cool Goldilocks zone.

Typhoon Trap [Rubāʿiyāt Stanza Variation]

Trapped on the island by typhoon.
 It's evening dark, though at high noon.
  The waves are wild and still rising.
  So, ferries won't be running soon. 

The few streets there are lie silent,
 but - seaside - the winds whip violent.
  We hide inside a bungalow,
  and hope it's fixed firmer than my tent.

One 's always where it's most remote
 when they cancel all ferryboats:
  where there're too many thoughts to think,
  and few distractive antidotes.

Midsummer Masquerade [Haiku]

rainy summer day
 masquerades as early spring,  
  while noon plays dusk.

One Day: Four Seasons [Haiku]

a full four seasons,
from snow to sweaty t-shirt:
one mountain pass 

Stormy Shore [Free Verse]

a typhoon stalled offshore,
and dreary clings to this place

a miasma written in solid hours

when will clouds crack 
&
let the light in?

just one blue bolt of sky,
showing through a crevice?

my head is in fog,
and I can't hear 
my pounding heart
over the crashing of waves

Relentless Rain [Sonnet]

It rains for days on end in this city.
The people peer out under umbrellas.
Nothing 's washed clean; it's soggy & gritty
and brutal as a Kafka novella.

The streets aren't light, but nor are they true dark.
The light isn't absent, just sapped of vim.
The gray that remains is like Fall in Denmark.
Relentless rain is relentlessly grim. 

The gutters are glutted with murk and sludge.
The rushing waters can't sweep it all clean.
All work 's drudgery and all walks a trudge,
and there's no sparkle in the pavement sheen.

Do some "sing in the rain?"  No, they just mock --
their umbrella flipped out and w/ sodden socks.