I wrote this haiku, back in 1984.

It was a weekend, after studying. We were at my home in West Hollywood this time. Since Robert and I both loved walking in the gentle rain, and it was only a five-minute drive from my house, we took a break. We parked near my sister’s house and started walking the two blocks toward Hollywood Boulevard, where the foot and handprints of the old-time movie stars are set in cement in front of the famous Grauman’s Chinese Theater, so iconic, near where so many beautiful homes were built.

As we walked, I felt the gentle, crying rain coming down upon me… upon my body. And before we got to the theater, the soft rain, literally, spiritually and physically, swept away all the hurt and emotional pain I was feeling, leaving a part of me and my invisible footprints there in the wandering hills to lie at peace within myself, and to be at rest if only for a moment.

CRYING RAIN

The rain cried softly
And left only wet footprints
Wandering the hills

Original text ©2024 by Karen Lynn-Chlup. All rights reserved. Image by wilford peloquin, CC BY 2.0, via Wikimedia Commons.