Struck by haiku bug,
roof rain patter starts linking
fancy unto fancy...

"Cold rain roof music
on parked car. Lovers lips yearn,
find them. Soft, moist, warm."

It is number one.
Will any others follow?
This IS the question.

Mystery woman.
More will follow, hopefully.
Good Haiku takes time...

anyone can write
three lines of five seven five
but have they meaning?

Blindly churned out words
cannot help but be merely
a dime a dozen.

A complete story
can be told if well crafted:
past, present, future;

a stage can be set,
then love, joy, suspense, drama.
Climax. Release. Sighhhhh...

"wishes can be real
one thing leads to another
if you are lucky"

As night enshrouds us,
and the darkness takes our hands,
sweet dreams I wish you.