dare to stand
in the rain--a flower
will bloom within
The sound of the rain had been like a soothing lullaby, making her fall asleep soundly. She woke up the next morning to a sunrise of regained hope, unscathed by the disappointment of the night before. Still, she wondered why he never showed up for the date. She so wanted it to be him who had tapped on her shoulder. But it was just a stranger mistaking her for someone else in the darkness of the movie theater.
She loved the stillness of Sunday mornings, the sunlight shining through her window, how time slowed down a bit ... and blueberry pancakes. She sat at the bistro table in the breakfast nook overlooking her garden. Soon, it would be Spring, and she would dig her hands deep into the dirt, planting seeds of love. She just knew it: when she learned to love herself first, only then would she find true love.
Suddenly, she was startled by her door bell ringing, bringing her back to reality. She could see who it was from her window. She remembered the rain, the waiting in vain, and the disillusion. The tears and fears, the longing and hoping. She hesitated but opened the door to her heart anyway. And there he was, holding a single rose.
And then she opened her eyes and woke up for real from this beautiful dream of sunrises and roses and the promise of Spring.
such is love-
a rose in the making,
thorns and all
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This is a continuation of Rainy Night, another haibun, a combination of prose and haiku. Thank you so much for your encouraging comments who inspired me to continue it!
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