One Rainfall, Two Tanka. One Haiku

I wrote these poems today while staring out the glass walls of Chop Chop Restaurant, waiting fifteen minutes for my lunch, watching the torrential showers. It was a thunderstorm that lasted about a half hour and was gone. Dr. David Schatz, a super mentsch - in my experience - was there having lunch with a student who then walked and shared his umbrella with the professor as they sludged through it together.

Something about rain

When it pours without relent

Something about rain

On either side of the glass

There's just something about rain

With thunder clapping

we say, His strength, valiance

fills up the whole world

Not the president

It's known he was asked to be

He walks in the rain

With no limousine in sight

Just the way that he wants it