Sand began on high
Where dewdropped stone touches sky
Flowing down to earth
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The First Rainbow Baby
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter. The rain fell in rhythmic splatters, slowly slowing, but still constant. Mira rolled onto her side pulling the blanket tight against her ears, but still she could hear chitter-chatter and scurrying feet of the creatures that refused to sleep in the lower decks.
By A. J. Schoenfelda day ago in Fiction
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your haiku works very well. you capture your image with clarity and purpose. The sounds and rhyme aid in the "flavour" of this piece, helping to physically create the same flow.