Rain reclaims forest,
those dusty summer-scorched leaves.
Tender greens return.
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha
After the rain
Sometimes renewal arrives softly, one tender green shoot at a time. Rain reclaims forest, those dusty summer-scorched leaves. Tender greens ...
Monday, June 22, 2026
Sunday, June 21, 2026
The Turning of Summer
On the Summer Solstice, light reaches its zenith—yet the turning has already begun. This haiku reflects on that fleeting pause between ascent and return, when even summer seems to hesitate before moving on.
Sun stands very still.
Summer falters a little,
and then marches south.
Welfare unto all
Rab Rakha
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