Winter is setting in slowly, almost parallel to an unending monsoon. The sky still going grey and breaking into drizzles. Last few seasons were a lot less rain than usual. The sky seems to be pouring down all its pent up anecdotes to the earth. This means well into winter the showers are still prompting rain haiku. One for the persistent storyteller!
grey heart sky breaks down
leaves me a thousand squares
asking to be read
November closes with one of the most heartwarming rain stories. Read, reflect and reminisce!