Note: Yes, some of them were in "Much Haiku About Nothing"

Some beg rain to stop

And some want it to go on

Always, forever

Small, sprinkling, harmless

Or heavy, deadly, stormy

Tears from the heavens

Three years ago, I

Could see my reflection in

This murky water.

Locked in the dungeon

Between life and death, until

She was, for once, free.

A single tree, left

Alone in the Christmas shop.

Nobody picked it.