Haiku #8:
A light misting rain
Leaves a heavy fog behind
So mysterious
Haiku #9:
The rain keeps falling
Dripping endlessly down, down
On the cold, wet ground
Haiku #10:
The ground smells of earth
Rich, moist and fertile-like spring
Not January
Haiku #11:
Thunder, lightning, hail
Torrential rains, gusts of wind
A gray, stormy day
Haiku #12:
Colorful pastels
Fiery pinks, orange, purple
Glorious sunrise
Haiku #13:
The moon hangs ripe, low
Like a fruit waiting to be
Plucked by God's own hand
A light misting rain
Leaves a heavy fog behind
So mysterious
Haiku #9:
The rain keeps falling
Dripping endlessly down, down
On the cold, wet ground
Haiku #10:
The ground smells of earth
Rich, moist and fertile-like spring
Not January
Haiku #11:
Thunder, lightning, hail
Torrential rains, gusts of wind
A gray, stormy day
Haiku #12:
Colorful pastels
Fiery pinks, orange, purple
Glorious sunrise
Haiku #13:
The moon hangs ripe, low
Like a fruit waiting to be
Plucked by God's own hand
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