Mike Fainzilber is a scientist who lives and works in Rehovot, Israel. When not preoccupied by his day job, he tries to write senryu and haiku, and practices aikido.
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Nice. I reminded me of when we went camping as children and we woke up to the sound of rain dancing on the canvas roof overhead.
Imagine the sound, and the intoxication of petrichor!
Imagine the euphoria of a drought-blighted landscape where children rush out in glee to get soaked, springboks spring high into the air, and plants lying dormant suddenly come alive overnight.
Thanks, Mike. Lots of memories here.
drought plains
clouds heavy with rain
falling somewhere else
Nice. I reminded me of when we went camping as children and we woke up to the sound of rain dancing on the canvas roof overhead.
Imagine the sound, and the intoxication of petrichor!
Imagine the euphoria of a drought-blighted landscape where children rush out in glee to get soaked, springboks spring high into the air, and plants lying dormant suddenly come alive overnight.
Thanks, Mike. Lots of memories here.
drought plains
clouds heavy with rain
falling somewhere else
Reminds me of my Australian childhood, but also of a drought-breaking storm on my last visit there:
thunderclouds towering
above steely bases, give way to
hellish orange sky
dragon storm crashes
over our heads, at our heels
flares us home