[We've experienced this a couple of times and each time we started out in fine weather. Toward the end of the run though the clouds darkened and it began to sprinkle. It was delightful to end a long run with such a lovely "gift".]
A gift... for the gifted (10K?); and yet, nothing in this world is said to be, ultimately, a gift, as pointed out, by Voltaire among others - it has to be earned...
From "The Haiku Anthology" I became interested in Haiku and I have since written numerous haiku, senyru, and tanka. "Masago", my haiku pen-name, means "grain(s) of sand" in Japanese. I have recently started learning Esperanto and Japanese. A few years ago I developed a new eastern verse form which we now call 'Renhai'.
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1104. Gift
10K run...
a sprinkle of light rain
at the end.
Link with 1103: Tired muscles.
[We've experienced this a couple of times and each time we started out in fine weather. Toward the end of the run though the clouds darkened and it began to sprinkle. It was delightful to end a long run with such a lovely "gift".]
Oh, yes, I know very well the sensation - something funny for me,it makes me laugh.
finish line ~
the summer rain
applauds us
Thank you, Vaughn.
well done
john
nice! I missed monsoon this year back in mumbai and rains in HongKong are not as magical!
alok
well done in either case :)
Dana-Maria: It is an very uplifting experience. Nice haiku. Thank you.
John: Thanks.
Alok: Monsoons...now that is something to experience!
Polona: Thanks.
this one made me tired, just reading it.
A gift... for the gifted (10K?); and yet, nothing in this world is said to be, ultimately, a gift, as pointed out, by Voltaire among others - it has to be earned...
Andrew: :-)
Borut: Well said. At least some things appear to be gifts.
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