Haiku

People don't believe I have a sensitive side. It generally doesn't come out unless I'm talking to someone diagnosed with a terminal disease, but it's there. For instance, I have lately taken to writing haiku when applicable. I never share them, but I figured I'd throw one out there.

First day of summer
Gentle rain falls to the street
Inside, I drink tea

Briefest of showers
The pavement is dark with dew
Soon the sun will shine

There are a few more verses about me assaulting a handicap man, winning the lottery, and then fighting sexy space women from beyond the Moon, but they don't really have anything to do with the seasons.