Haiku Bob – Round 15 – Steady Drip

 

 

 

misty rain ~

the win we’ve waited for

fails to materialise

 

 

 

forming clouds ~

taking up our positions

in the crowd

 

 

 

rain on the way ~

the ball gets flung

from end to end

 

 

 

sheets of rain ~

players going in and out

of the game

 

 

 

steady drip ~

the defender’s nose

gets strapped to his face

 

 

 

dark of the moon

no-one up forward

except bloody Jessie White

 

 

 

moon breaks through clouds ~

after all that

we lose