On Storms and Love

We can’t always choose
spring rains quench, revive or drown
but drought is lifeless.
Take your chances with the sky
leave your umbrella behind.

A Tanka (lines with the following number of syllables: 5/7/5/7/7) for your reading pleasure.

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