Rain Haiku 2

In honor of the wettest May and June in central Texas, not only in my memory but in anyone's.


Raindrops in coffee cup --
clear cold spears splashing hot brown --
I’m arms out, sky-eyed.


No, cat, you can’t run
between raindrops. Drink the wet
from your sleek white fur.


Whenever it rains
haiku ideas come to me.
No, not ideas -- storms.