Tanka #2

Back to an exercise I dropped before it even began. It’s likely to continue until I can look back and know, clearly and confidently, just how embarrassed I should have been to post these.

The rain comes again.
It stops only to remind you
how things were before.
You remember how sunlight
looked without passing through clouds.

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