heh. Portland for sure is a rainy place, but it’s been rainy even by Portland standards lately. Aside from the flood craziness at the beginning of this week, I’ve spent an awful lot of time in the last few days getting dumped on.
(and none of this cutesy desert “rain,” either;)
Which means it’s time for some rainy-day poetry! Nothing like cheesy haiku to get you motivated.
many kinds of wet:
skin-wet, socks-and-underwear wet
wet down to my soul
dark, empty trails…
swoosh-wet tires heard only by
robin and rabbit
rain pours down my helmet, face, neck
watered, my grin grows
So there you go. With that ode to wet, I’m off into the rain on a mini bike adventure — not camping, this time, but staying warm and dry (at least, at night:).
In the meantime, if you add your own cheesy weather haiku to the comments (or email me!), I will love it:) Happy rainy adventures to you all!