Haibun: Summer Rain

The kigo for this haibun and haiku are Korogi – cricket and Semi – cicada

Summer Rain
The day was hot, humid, and tight. I knew it was going to rain because this morning, I heard the tree frogs’ deep groaning. Mama always said to listen to what the insects and frogs tell you. So I listen. At about 2:00 pm the sky poured down hard rain. The humidity cleared out for about 15 minutes. Now it is humid again and still – except for the voices of the cicada (semi in Japanese) and the crickets (korogi). The sound is almost overwhelming, as if they have to make up for the time lost during the downpour. The feral cats I feed have taken shelter down at the far end of the porch, as far as they can get away from me. I love the smell of the rain – not the pre-petrichor smell but the lush liquid smell of the rain as it drenches everything. It has apparently not drowned the insects though. The lone kitten is running around, chasing something. I take a few cautious steps closer and realize she is chasing a cricket, minus one of its legs now. I sneak back to my rocking chair and sit. Listening. Inhaling. It is full tilt summer. The crickets and cicadas tell me so. The frogs open their throats and sing. More rain is on the way.
kitten preys intent
on wounded cricket – rain pours –
tree frogs groan loudly

13 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. annell4
    Jul 02, 2019 @ 08:41:52

    What a lovely poem!!! I love the summer rain!


  2. Joey Blue
    Jul 02, 2019 @ 09:53:14

    Great post. So descriptive I feel like I am there!


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  4. sanaarizvi
    Jul 02, 2019 @ 17:53:45

    I love the intricate details in this haiban, Toni and could picture “The frogs open their throats and sing.” You have such flair for evocative imagery 💖


    • kanzensakura
      Jul 02, 2019 @ 17:59:53

      Thank you Sanaa. I write about nature which is what i know about. Lol. I don’t know about much else.

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  5. Sherry Blue Sky
    Jul 02, 2019 @ 18:26:06

    Oh this took me right there. My fave is the pre-petrichor smell, just before the first drops hit. Such relief promised to the thirsty ground. Love the cricket song, sad for the one missing a leg. A wonderful write, Toni.


    Jul 02, 2019 @ 19:26:56

    I love the scene you have conjured. Unabashed nature.


  7. Jui
    Jul 03, 2019 @ 11:51:52

    Lovey poem. I can literally picture the scene!


  8. Charmed Chaos
    Jul 03, 2019 @ 15:23:09

    what a picture you have painted with your lovely words!


  9. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    Jul 03, 2019 @ 16:13:03

    I do love the intensity of summer rain.. somehow I also imagine the itsy bitsy spider climbing up again in the aftermath of rain.


  10. Margaret Elizabeth Bednar
    Jul 10, 2019 @ 11:29:53

    This “in the moment” poem is gorgeous – from the smells to the delightful kitten – just love it all.


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