Muye's Haiku

Muye's Haiku On my veranda Spattering sound wetting it. Unknown cold and dark. Must I get up now, Or remain unbathed more days? And for my torch light. And my hand a grab On a basin till filled brim For washing and bath. What a rare rushing! The land is dry and water. Make do with a little. Our mode at this time, Until the clouds of the sky Dropping on the land. So many times that We can have a routine Undisturbed at all.