Francisco and his flamingo

He watched yachts cruise by
while raindrops tickled his toes
his happiness glowed

Heaven’s lament freed
sleeping flowers burst with life
painting the land pink

Good morning from a dancing desert dweller, far away from these blooming flowers or any signs of showers, but a girl can dream. [image error] Thanks for stopping by. My rainy themed post is submitted to Fake Flamenco’s June Poetry Challenge “Write a haiku about rain, although you do not need to have the word “rain” in your poem.” Thank you to the gracious host, Rebecca, for inspiring rainy thoughts. Kind regards. Michele