Sunny day haiku

Sunny day haiku

I'm probably going to give up trying to write the perfect haiku,  or even a halfway decent one! The format is so concise it's a real challenge making every word earn its place.  But it is just the right length for capturing a single thought.

After weeks of rain
Parched plant pots crave fresh water
Each sun drenched spring day.


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