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 26, 2018 @ 05:03:06
kaykuala
Rain can have such an impact on the day’s happenings and one can’t do anything about it
Hank
Jun 26, 2018 @ 09:08:46
Too true, Hank.
Jun 26, 2018 @ 03:45:36
We nearly got flash-flooded a week or two ago and were thankful for a stack of sandbags we keep out front – the house is lower than the road. I’m pleased to day that no sheep were carried away. Your muddy season sounds scary.
Jun 26, 2018 @ 09:08:27
It’s unusually wet this year!
Jun 26, 2018 @ 01:21:48
Rain, rain, rain! I’d rather have too much than too little.
Jun 26, 2018 @ 09:03:49
Probably so…at least things are green and growing!
Jun 25, 2018 @ 20:01:23
I love your take on the prompt! I thought of doing no punctuation in the haibun, but opted for removing vowels instead. Perhaps you should be growing rice!!
dwight
Jun 25, 2018 @ 22:29:57
I like the rice idea!
Jun 25, 2018 @ 19:35:05
That sounds like ark weather. I’d be looking for somebody hauling animals two by two.
Jun 25, 2018 @ 18:22:22
Not another day of rain, yikes ~ Love your title, running prose and fun question of your haiku ~ Hope the weather improves for you ~
Jun 25, 2018 @ 18:26:27
Thanks, Grace. “Issa” in the title was a haiku poet 🙂
Jun 25, 2018 @ 18:19:12
Ah, the gamble that is farming. My grandfather was the last in my family. It wasn’t the rain… he just got too old to keep going.
Jun 25, 2018 @ 18:27:27
Yes, it would take more than rain to stop a farmer. Do you have memories of the farm?
Jun 25, 2018 @ 18:31:52
Some good. Some not so good! Spent summers there when I was young. Put down my foot when I reached twelve. More of a city kid. Although I did do the wilderness guide thing.
Jun 25, 2018 @ 22:28:56
😉
Jun 25, 2018 @ 18:04:51
After all that rain nice ending with the question “why must it rain another day?”
Jun 25, 2018 @ 18:07:19
Feeling kind of drippy here…no question about that.
Jun 25, 2018 @ 17:25:34
Love this. Very clever. It’s always too much or too little!
Jun 25, 2018 @ 17:41:07
isn’t that the truth?!
Jun 25, 2018 @ 15:25:59
Love how you face this with that wry humor – the farmers growing webbed feet and a call for the ark! Terrific!
Jun 25, 2018 @ 15:51:38
Well, Jilly, tears won’t help this already-too-wet situation. Thanks for the prompt!
Jun 25, 2018 @ 15:56:03
My pleasure! I’m having fun travelling around without leaving home. Hope you (and I) get some dry weather soon!
Jun 25, 2018 @ 17:41:50
Yes!!
Jun 25, 2018 @ 17:26:03
Ha.