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HAIKU DIALOGUE – Simply Precipitation (1)

Simply with Guest Editor Craig Kittner

Simplicity is one gateway to a balanced mind.

The world sorely needs balanced minds to mitigate all this conflict.

Haiku is uniquely suited for the cultivation and dissemination of simplicity.

In this round of Haiku Dialogue I’m seeking works that invoke the simple perfection of a moment in time.

The successful haiku will be formed out of love for what is not everlasting, but impermanent.

Below is Craig’s selection of poems on the theme of simply precipitation:

What gives haiku its ineffable spirit?

The natural answer is nature, but that word is swollen with knottiness.

Rather, let’s say, it is things of this Earth observed – unadorned and unromanticized.

What then can we say about haiku’s form and avoid getting mired in controversy?

Let us just say that haiku is grounded in juxtaposition, compression, and restraint.

Humanity tends toward gluttony when it comes to words.

Let’s engage in nourishing our spirits simply.

Laid out below are my selections for this week.

Next week there’ll be 12 more with my comments.

the days fall
on each other –
thin rain

Silvia Bistocchi
Umbria, Italy


autumn rain…
the way back
to myself

Steliana Cristina Voicu


A short-lived quarrel –
the lingering scent of
summer rain

Caroline Ridley-Duff


open umbrella
a fish collecting rain
in its mouth

Lynda Flint
West Yorkshire


whispering the daughters awake spring rain

John Pappas


autumn rain
using the umbrella
mother used

Stephen A. Peters
Bellingham, WA


in Binche lace

Tsanka Shishkova


sixty beats-
rain patter
on the eaves

Angiola Inglese


on and off rain
a halt in the flow
of my ink

Jackie Chou
United States


today’s drizzle –
a touch of maple syrup
on soggy waffles

Bonnie J Scherer
Palmer, Alaska USA


rain smell
in the rosehip bush
blackbird´s song

Mircea Moldovan


rain fog
she rewrites his name
on the car window

Daya Bhat


empty mind –
raindrop rings
on the lake

mente vuota –
anelli di gocce di pioggia
sul lago

Daniela Misso


under a whitened bush
the Buddha statue smiles–
listening to the snow

Lorraine Schein
Queens, NYC


between storms
the sound of something other
than rain

Helen Ogden
Pacific Grove, CA


waking to
slow drips of rain
eyes still closed

Eavonka Ettinger
Long Beach, CA


the last time
feeling the rain
on my hairless head

Herb Tate
Jersey, UK


soft rain
through the fumes
birchwood tea

Mike Fainzilber
Rehovot, Israel


cold rain
I shoo a moth
from my blanket

Sharon Ferrante
Florida, USA


why has fuji
added snow

Charles Harper


on the Suntuf roof
sparrows splashing

Lynette Arden
Adelaide, Australia


summer grass
how I want to fall
like rain

Vandana Parashar


sleet on cartop
Max Roach’s
jazz drumbeats

John Zheng
Itta Bena, Mississippi


six lanes of traffic
at a standstill
driving rain

Louise Hopewell


perfect sync
with heartbeats…
throbbing gutter

Luciana Moretto
Treviso, Italy


oak treetop
from a leaf to a leaf
raindrops sliding

Zelyko Funda


the green grass even greener spring rain

Olivier Schopfer
Geneva, Switzerland


a double heart
for your homecoming
window fog

Arvinder Kaur
Chandigarh, India


spring rain –
if only I could get winter
out of my mind

Ana Drobot


the homeless man’s blanket
protecting his dog

Tracy Davidson
Warwickshire, UK


summer’s end
rain beads on
the bramble’s thorns

Nick T
Frome, Somerset, England


dew on a gun
still in the hands
geese arriving

Keith Evetts
Thames Ditton, UK


the robin drinks
from a cupped leaf–
spring rain

Lafcadio Orlovsky


another round
in the tumbler

Richard L. Matta
San Diego, California


late flurry
tulip blooms

John S Green
Bellingham, Washington


two raindrops balance
a spider’s web

Marilyn Ward
Lincolnshire UK


absence –
the sound of rain
fills the room

Daniela Lăcrămioara Capotă


it is raining
under the streetlights

Yasir Farooq


sudden shower
as if it will help

Susan Burch
Hagerstown, MD


a raindrop plash
upon a paper boat



morning drizzle
a candle flickers out
on his tombstone

Bona M. Santos
Los Angeles, CA


monsoon rain
the skyscrapers cut

Josef S.
Florida, United States


evening showerー
regretting the quick temper
under a camphor tree

Keiko Izawa


empty glasses
if it weren’t for the rain
we would be silent

Eva Limbach


face to face with the stars
icy sidewalk

lev hart
Calgary, Canada


I attempt
a tap dance

Marina Bellini


a single raincloud
the snail’s shell
mostly sky

Mark Gilbert


cold drizzle
the dog who wanted out
wants back in

Polona Oblak
Ljubljana, Slovenia


melting snow
in the old photo
Mt Fuji

Kath Abela Wilson
Pasadena, California


first raindrops
on a pollen windshield
crackle glaze

April Woody


bus station
raindrops fill
my pockets

Slobodan Pupovac
Zagreb, Croatia


window rain —
a thought clings to
two maple leaves

Richa Sharma


first drops –
the fragrance
of a meadow

Tomislav Maretić
Zagreb, Hrvatska


clouded mind
the scent
of sweet rain

Rehn Kovacic
Mesa, AZ


autumn fog
all of her memories
in sepia

Terri French
Everywhere, USA


light snow
smoke from our breath

Richard Straw
Cary, North Carolina


midnight rain
the pitter-patter of mice
in the attic

Cynthia Anderson
Yucca Valley, California


hail knocking
against the roof
all the mistakes I’ve made

Rachel Smith
United States


night train through a tunnel morning snow

Rupa Anand
New Delhi, India


summer desert
the icy touch
of artificial raindrops

Padmini Krishnan
United Arab Emirates


lemon drizzle
the taste of childhood
in the rain…

Adele Evershed
Wilton, Connecticut


still just a child
trapped inside
sideways rain

Christopher Peys
Los Angeles, CA


in the spring puddle
a snowflake
this short life

Marianne Sahlin


a touch
for every petal
blossom rain

Ruth Holzer
Herndon, VA


still tapping
on the keyboard
patter of rain

Mike Gallagher
Ballyduff, Ireland


soft rain
the last time I saw you

Margaret Mahony


ghost town
the many graduations
on the watermarked walls

Wai Mei Wong
Toronto, Canada


April sprinkles
one last pour
from the toddler’s teapot

Margaret Tau
New Bern, North Carolina


just spitting—
wilted nasturtiums
on a stump

Mariel Herbert
California, USA


pine forest
I match my steps
with dew drips

Padma Rajeswari
Mumbai, India


summer rain
cleansing the air
our divorce

Natalia Kuznetsova


dawn mist
rubbing my eyes
at the red sports car

Robert Kingston
Chelmsford, United Kingdom


fevered rain
the hiss of breath
from metal cans

Shalini Pattabiraman
Scotland, United Kingdom


summer rainstorm …
in one color
sky and sea

temporale estivo … in un unico colore cielo e mare

Lucia Cardillo


spring rain
I switch off
the car radio

Neena Singh


April showers
continue into May…



storm clouds …
young sparrows cling
to the hillside

Lori Kiefer


all the colors
turning white . . .

Valentina Ranaldi-Adams
Fairlawn, Ohio USA


her burning forehead –
light summer rain

Cristina Angelescu


snowmelt —
i miss another chance
of letting go

Mona Bedi
Delhi, India


rain clouds gathering cancelled

Baisali Chatterjee Dutt


persistent drizzle
every slight

Helene Guojah


waiting out
the river of rain–
another pint poured

Ann Sullivan
Massachusetts, USA


the taste
of his words
cold rain

Sue Courtney
Orewa, New Zealand


summer rain –
closing the umbrella…
a rainbow

Mihaela Iacob


our selfie
in a bluish mist
some bird’s cry

Ivan Gaćina
Zadar, Croatia


sudden snowfall
—scampering back in
with white eyelashes

Sushama Kapur
Pune, India


a haiku about snow
and plums in bloom
blooms in a dream

Zrinko Šimunić


clutching a pencil
and Big Chief tablet . . .
mist in her hair

Kathleen Trocmet


spring cleaning
windows washed
by the rain

Mona Iordan
Bucharest, Romania


watering flowers
on the little girl’s umbrella
spring rain

Barrie Levine
Massachusetts, USA



only those veggies
at lunch

Amoolya Kamalnath


tip of a grapevine
curled up inside
a dewdrop

kris moon kondo
Kiyokawa, Japan


Join us next week for Craig’s commentary on additional poems, & our next prompt…


Guest Editor Craig Kittner claims a round-earther identity as an alternative to the ones the world would impose. While their feet feel the earth, their ragpicker mind works the trash heap that’s their brain, pulling out words. Origami Poems Project, Shot Glass Journal, bottle rockets, and Acorn have recently hosted his work.

Lori Zajkowski is the Post Manager for Haiku Dialogue. A novice haiku poet, she lives in New York City.

Managing Editor Katherine Munro lives in Whitehorse, Yukon Territory, and publishes under the name kjmunro. She is Membership Secretary for Haiku Canada, and her debut poetry collection is contractions (Red Moon Press, 2019). Find her at:

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This Post Has 34 Comments

  1. I have enjoyed reading all of these haiku throughout this week. Living in a state where it is not unusual to experience all four seasons in a day, especially this time of the year as temperatures yoyo, I felt like I could relate to them all. One that struck me was Neena Singh’s turning off the radio to listen to the sound of the spring rain. It could be a soft patter or hard relentless rain, but whichever it is better than listening to the radio. The rain must sound musical, or so I hear.

    Congrats to all for having your haiku chosen and precipitating such a simply fabulous week of reading.

    1. Another path to simplicity, perhaps? Turning off the human voices to listen to the rain’s.

  2. Thank you Craig for the great theme and for including my haiku. I loved reading all the poems.

  3. Thank you for the selection. I thought this one captured a moment well, but is simple yet not so simple – it includes contrast and requires the observer to participate in the image.

    it is raining
    under the streetlights

    Yasir Farooq

    1. We’ll spotted, Mark.

      I like the contrast in Yasir’s poem between the eye’s reality and what we know must be true.

      And that the eye’s reality is what is expressed.

    2. Many thanks for liking the contrast، I am glad that you got the meaning، Mark۔

  4. I saw this on The Daily Haiku and was intrigued enough to try! As you may know, California has had a historic rainy season this year.

    Rain – elemental water
    Deluge of drops leave pieces
    Landscape altered

    1. Hello Cara. Glad you found us.

      I hope you will submit to our next prompt, which will be posted on April 26.

  5. Thank you Craig for a great prompt and for my inclusion. Congratulations to all those who made it through.

  6. Many thanks, Craig, for the wonderful prompt and inclusion. Thanks to the Haiku Dialogue team as well for all the inspiring work :)

  7. Lovely, visual haiku of the natural world this week. Thanks to all. Here is one of my favorites:

    window rain —
    a thought clings to
    two maple leaves

    Richa Sharma

      1. Hi- Can I submit for this week’s: impermanent? Or is it a closed forum? And how to submit – if open? Thanks.
        Also, this week’s selection, comments and the picture (above) are very cool.
        -North Frank

        1. there is a new prompt every other week, with a submission form – join us next Wednesday for Craig’s commentary on additional poems, & our next prompt… cheers, kj

  8. There are so many wonderful poems here but I reacted most strongly to the one from Daniela Lacramioara Capota: absence–
    the sound of rain
    fills the room

    That ‘absence’ can stand for so many things — one there but not involved; one missing; one always alone; need, in its many forms; a house abandoned. And yet the sound of rain brings the outside in and, for a moment, fills the emptiness. This haiku certainly does fill.

  9. Thank you Craig for including my haiku. Loved the prompt and everyone’s poems.

  10. I love love love this one. I even have a photo of it!

    tip of a grapevine
    curled up inside
    a dewdrop

    kris moon kondo
    Kiyokawa, Japan

    Thanks Craig, for the selection, and everyone for an excellent morning of reading!

  11. Craig, thank you for including my haiku. I enjoyed reading this list which came from a great prompt. Here are some that stood out to me.

    The first two are about rain fog/window fog and love:

    rain fog
    she rewrites his name
    on the car window

    Daya Bhat

    a double heart
    for your homecoming
    window fog

    Arvinder Kaur
    Chandigarh, India

    And this one with the double meaning of ‘driving’ which took me a couple of reads to recognize:

    six lanes of traffic
    at a standstill
    driving rain

    Louise Hopewell

    1. Thank you so much for the appreciation, April! A good pastime when stuck in your car. Works like canvas :) :)
      Yours is a fine one among many others I loved. I can imagine the crackle glaze pattern on a car windshield covered in pollen ( hope I got this right).

      first raindrops
      on a pollen windshield
      crackle glaze

      April Woody

      1. Daya,

        Thank you for commenting on my poem. I am happy you saw the image I was aiming for.

    2. You’re welcome April. We had some heavy pollen earlier this spring in coastal Carolina. Sounds like you may have had the same up there. I certainly related to your haiku.

  12. Welcome, Craig! I am really enjoying this focus on simplicity. Thanks for selecting my poem (which happened the very day I submitted it).

    I was immediately smitten by this poem:

    sudden shower
    as if it will help

    Susan Burch
    Hagerstown, MD

    I can so clearly feel myself having done the same time and time again. The tone of this poem is especially divine.

    1. Thank you Eavonka. Fresh ink! I love it. That’s just what I hope for with each prompt.

  13. Craig, I am very pleased that you chose my haiku for publication. Thanks to you, Kathy, Lori, and the Haiku Foundation for all the efforts. Congrats to all the poets.

    1. Yours was nostalgic for me, Valentina. We don’t really get snow storms where I’m currently living. I miss the sudden surprise of their beauty.

  14. Thank you, Craig, for posting my haiku!! Everyone of these precipitation haiku are wonderful!

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