enough rain here five to six inches already and counting with basements filling and ditches flowing as swollen rivers carry away sheep too frightened to move to higher ground and wash out culverts which derailed a train of oil tanker cars spilling into the flooded fields and seeping downstream calling out hazmat teams and trucks hauling rocks while farmers groan at wet hay rotting crops covered with silt and black soil carried away and why must it rain another day?
farmers grow webbed feet
wading through muddy season
who’s building that ark?
road wash-out next to flooded field
Jilly at dVerse poets encourages writers to “break the rules” with this week’s haibun. Our local weather has been unconventional too….and destructive.
a poem in my pocket 
Jun 28, 2018 @ 08:38:18
I too love the idea of farmers with webbed feet! (K)
Jun 28, 2018 @ 09:10:59
Thanks K 😊
Jun 27, 2018 @ 15:30:33
Ahahaha! “Issa mud mess” — wonderful. Loved the Haiku.
Jun 27, 2018 @ 16:21:26
Glad you liked it! Thanks
Jun 26, 2018 @ 19:54:20
Mother Nature will have her way. Loved the webbed feet!
Jun 26, 2018 @ 13:53:50
A deluge of words too. Perfect for the theme! (And feel free to stream some of that weather this way.)
Jun 26, 2018 @ 14:19:58
Thank you, kindly! You’re welcome to some of our water 😉
Jun 26, 2018 @ 13:27:35
The problem with water is mostly that it’s either too much or too little… loved those webbed feet.
Jun 26, 2018 @ 11:29:25
Perfect……just perfect…….that deluge of stream-of-consciousness words as the floods and their results….and the haiku with web-footed farmers! An excellent write!
Jun 26, 2018 @ 14:17:41
Thanks, Lillian…it’s fun to read the “hey buns” this week.
Jun 26, 2018 @ 09:06:53
At least you made poetry out of the deluge. Love farmers with duck feet.
Jun 26, 2018 @ 09:09:51
Thanks for your comment…quack,quack 😉
Jun 26, 2018 @ 09:10:32
ha ha, you are welcome.