Just rain, constant rain
Pouring rain
Pounding rain
Everyday, every hour
Just rain, constant rain
Shadorma

There are gloomy skies in Portland
The persistent rains have come back
And many people think it’s grand
There are gloomy skies in Portland
In pouring rain some love to stand
And their love for rain doesn’t lack
There are gloomy skies in Portland
The persistent rains have come back
Triolet
(I was thinking of my grandson Dylan when I wrote this poem. He loves the rain so very much)
What a story they could tell
Of places they walked
One by one my shoes are wearing out.
For me, buying shoes is not an easy task as I need a large size with a wide width. Therefore, when I find a pair of shoes that are comfortable I wear them until they basically fall apart, which is what seems to be happening lately.
As I begun to throw each worn out pair away abit of nostalgia hit me and I was reminded of all I had done in those shoes. Work shoes and dress shoes, they all held many memories within them, but life has changed, those times are past, and they must go, for their purpose has been served.
New shoes are here
Opportunities await
In each step they take
A new journey starts as I put on my new shoes and bag up these old shoes for disposal. I am looking forward to what each step brings!
Haibun