From the collection published in 2021, The Immediate and No Sooner.
Haiku 881
11/10/20
Don’t even know how.
Don’t ever even wonder.
Not dead. Just don’t care.
Haiku 882
11/10/20
the ripened rainstorm
bursts open scatters its seeds
puddles grow on streets
Haiku 883
11/13/20
in any size crowd
there’s the burliest gazelle
the skinniest pig
Haiku 884
11/13/20
diary orbits
circles of daily routines
written in pencil
Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
These are all fabulous poems but I am especially taken by the “ripened rainstorm”.
I have often felt there is a point where the rainstorm is set to burst but just short of it and it made me think of seedpods, like milkweed. Kapow!
I do love the way your brain makes connections.
Thank you. I am glad you see it as a good thing!
Of course!