Rainy Reflections: Crafting Haikus in Southern Spain

It’s been raining cats and dogs for weeks here in Andalucia, Spain—a soggy rebellion against our usual 300 days of sun. I’m starting to think the clouds have forgotten they’re not supposed to be here so long! Normally, I’d soak up the inspiration—rain’s a writer’s best friend, especially with a book by the window—but even muses can overstay their welcome, and my boots and raincoat are begging for a break. This morning, though, I caught myself staring at the raindrops over my coffee, mesmerised by the show the relentless little daredevils put on, hurling themselves at windowpanes, ricocheting off leaves, bouncing off cars and umbrellas like ping-pong balls. I decided they deserved a tribute, so I brewed up a haiku for all the brave drops trembling on the edge before they take the plunge. What would you tell these noisy poets of the storm? I’m half-tempted to whisper, “Isn’t it time for your siesta!”

Enjoy, stay dry and take care! By the way, if you’re looking for an engaging historical saga set in Victorian England, you might like to check out my Eyre Hall Series