spring – haibun prompt from go dog go cafe
spring as spring can
never knowing when
drums of rain stop
Why do I want to say spring is a time of patience needed in Britain? The weather is never much to write home about anyway. But there is a particular quality of unpredictability to April showers, like today, in Britain. Or is my impatience with many aspects of Britain’s social system really what bugs me? The rain is drumming without notice for as long as it pleases on my tin roof – and I am stuck inside.
My neighbour caught 5 minutes of dry time this morning with his sit-on mower going round the site. I am due to go to the swimming pool later: Chances are I get soaked while cycling over.
I read again this morning Basho’s haiku of winter – the one-coloured season.
So spring in Britain is the season of sounds – when it’s not the rain drumming, it’s the wind beating my little caravan.
Ah, I have to admit, I like being exposed to the elements, aside from nature telling me what’s going on – rather than only the news on the radio. But that, of course, does not stop me swearing when I get soaked rushing bent 5 metres to the shed where I left my rain coat. Not today I didn’t I am pleased to say. But today, now, the rain drum is a signal to have an early afternoon nap – a legacy of lockdown sleep patterns with nights shortened by long feature films.
taking what I can
do with patience
sleeps
Ahhh…Spring in Britain…I would LOVE to visit one day.
Donna Matthews said this on April 13, 2022 at 00:41 |
😏 I can’t have described it very well…
Barbara S said this on April 13, 2022 at 04:54 |