Sorta Kinda Haiku: roof

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Wednesday, April 18, 2018

Bleary and dull,

moving through life half asleep.

And yet, there are cats

and the sound of rain on a roof

and the smell of fresh apples.

Rain on the roof

for ten whole minutes--

not enough for the trees.

Rain on the roof--
perhaps brown branches
will turn green again.

Comforting drumming

on the roof. Plants reach up to

greet rain with parched leaves.