Rain Poems
#rain
Poetry about rain, an ingenuity of the natural world. Beautiful nature poems about how rain nourishes the earth and provides life. Also poems about the power of rain, and how too much of it can negatively impact our lives.
Fruits of greenland.
Lamps of the
Green grass
Where
The
Friends with
The green grass walk
On a oculus
Icy and the ovulate
Of green
Beans in
The garlic bread
Where ivy
Is green and pink.
Green grass
Where
The
Friends with
The green grass walk
On a oculus
Icy and the ovulate
Of green
Beans in
The garlic bread
Where ivy
Is green and pink.
#rain
#nature
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After They Took Off The Clothes
After they took off the
clothes drenched by
the summer rain, they
stared at each other
and had a threesome.
clothes drenched by
the summer rain, they
stared at each other
and had a threesome.
#LGBT
#rain
#fiction
#FreeVerse
#sensual
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Exultation rain spirits
Dark grey laden clouds bubbling over the drought
Thunder roaring heralding the promised relief
Heated lighting striking into the purple black
Clouds open up dropping dancing falling water
Increasing tempo scored in sheeting rain
Rivulets beating out ethereal drips
Comfort to the baked parched dry ground
Thirsty Trees withering plants reaching up to sip
Leaves’ sparking drinking drops of precious moisture
Slow healing falling gift of the rain spirits
Washing cleansing the dusty sweltering air
Breezes come alive with cool...
Thunder roaring heralding the promised relief
Heated lighting striking into the purple black
Clouds open up dropping dancing falling water
Increasing tempo scored in sheeting rain
Rivulets beating out ethereal drips
Comfort to the baked parched dry ground
Thirsty Trees withering plants reaching up to sip
Leaves’ sparking drinking drops of precious moisture
Slow healing falling gift of the rain spirits
Washing cleansing the dusty sweltering air
Breezes come alive with cool...
#inspirational
#clouds
#rain
#nature
#spiritual
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the once younger me
the rain
has again
developed
its courage,
crossing
over the
once clean
sky,
finding
themselves
over
my yard,
when i
was younger,
a lot
younger,
i enjoyed
the rain,
the puddles,
getting soaked
to
the bones,
but now,
the years
have captured
me,
i am no
longer
that child
of youth,
i can
sit
at my
window
and watch
the rain,
the only
one capable
of going
outside,
to dance
in...
has again
developed
its courage,
crossing
over the
once clean
sky,
finding
themselves
over
my yard,
when i
was younger,
a lot
younger,
i enjoyed
the rain,
the puddles,
getting soaked
to
the bones,
but now,
the years
have captured
me,
i am no
longer
that child
of youth,
i can
sit
at my
window
and watch
the rain,
the only
one capable
of going
outside,
to dance
in...
#childhood
#clouds
#rain
#nature
#nostalgia
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primitive spirit
dance with me on a thundercloud
while the skies burst their seams
spin me across lightning bolts
as night spreads her wings
cobalt smudges bearing grudges
stomp the evening pale
leaving their darkened mark
as daylight meekly slips away
as flashes strobe through shadowed patches
touch my upturned face
kiss me
here
in the heart of the tempest
breathing deeply of my rapture
torn between the caution I've always practiced
and throwing myself to the wind
where gales wrap passion around...
while the skies burst their seams
spin me across lightning bolts
as night spreads her wings
cobalt smudges bearing grudges
stomp the evening pale
leaving their darkened mark
as daylight meekly slips away
as flashes strobe through shadowed patches
touch my upturned face
kiss me
here
in the heart of the tempest
breathing deeply of my rapture
torn between the caution I've always practiced
and throwing myself to the wind
where gales wrap passion around...
#rain
#storm
#dance
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umbrella rain
No. 4 from The Children’s Collection]
“Rain never understands why people hide under their umbrellas!
Let us make a surprise to the rain by closing our umbrellas!”
–Mehmet Murat Ildan
i'm not afraid of walking in the rain,
although some folk may grumble and complain;
i like to feel rain rhythms on my face,
as shoulder to shoulder to earth they race.
my brother showed me how to drink the rain
by lolling out my tongue, and how to crane
my neck until my face was parallel
with where the...
“Rain never understands why people hide under their umbrellas!
Let us make a surprise to the rain by closing our umbrellas!”
–Mehmet Murat Ildan
i'm not afraid of walking in the rain,
although some folk may grumble and complain;
i like to feel rain rhythms on my face,
as shoulder to shoulder to earth they race.
my brother showed me how to drink the rain
by lolling out my tongue, and how to crane
my neck until my face was parallel
with where the...
#childhood
#sky
#rain
#water
#funny
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Perfect Summer Night
Eyes closed like the whispers of pillow talk
A cold front coming over the horizon making me balk
Stripping the summer heat from the earth
Lightning electrifying the air giving me mirth
A slight drizzle like a kiss upon my skin
Ever so slight like the promise of a night full of sin
When it's ripped away as the wind whips up a gale
The lightning rips the dark sea of clouds asunder without fail
Squinting against the night becoming day
Falling back into the yard I lay
Soaked to the bone
This weather reminds me of home
Rain...
A cold front coming over the horizon making me balk
Stripping the summer heat from the earth
Lightning electrifying the air giving me mirth
A slight drizzle like a kiss upon my skin
Ever so slight like the promise of a night full of sin
When it's ripped away as the wind whips up a gale
The lightning rips the dark sea of clouds asunder without fail
Squinting against the night becoming day
Falling back into the yard I lay
Soaked to the bone
This weather reminds me of home
Rain...
#rain
#storm
#summer #wind
#summer #wind
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Summers Rain
nostrils flare
hint of petrichor
giant droplets fall sideward
propelled by howling winds
from darkened sky
drenched atmosphere saturating
cooling overheated flesh
blinding flashes pursue distant thunder
power and moisture
soothing souls
© 2023 Raibeart Bruis
hint of petrichor
giant droplets fall sideward
propelled by howling winds
from darkened sky
drenched atmosphere saturating
cooling overheated flesh
blinding flashes pursue distant thunder
power and moisture
soothing souls
© 2023 Raibeart Bruis
#rain
#nature
#spiritual
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When looking in your eyes
At the bus station
Friday
That day our eyes first caught
the others reflection
A grayish blue
was the hue
The compassion of one that runs
to pick up a fallen companion
Behind blue eyes though
We hide our shadows
If that which is concealed
for what ever the reason maybe
Can not be discarded
then surely it shall return
Howling
Haunting
creeping
Clawing at the very essence within
Over the years watching you battle
Through the trauma
the agony
the scars...
Friday
That day our eyes first caught
the others reflection
A grayish blue
was the hue
The compassion of one that runs
to pick up a fallen companion
Behind blue eyes though
We hide our shadows
If that which is concealed
for what ever the reason maybe
Can not be discarded
then surely it shall return
Howling
Haunting
creeping
Clawing at the very essence within
Over the years watching you battle
Through the trauma
the agony
the scars...
#LifeStruggles
#rain
#graveyard
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A Wet Spell
The weather stole
My Halloween
The wettest one
Ive ever seen
The floods are rampant
The witches all wet
They can't fly their broomsticks
As the moon is ill-met
Their wands have gone droopy
Their pointy hats now smell
As nature reveals it's magic
For another wet spell
by Jemia
My Halloween
The wettest one
Ive ever seen
The floods are rampant
The witches all wet
They can't fly their broomsticks
As the moon is ill-met
Their wands have gone droopy
Their pointy hats now smell
As nature reveals it's magic
For another wet spell
by Jemia
#rain
#Halloween
#funny #witches
#funny #witches
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To continue
There's a murder of cows,
a herd of crows
resting in the sweet of a chestnut tree.
It's all or nothing.
I take her into the mire
and we come out cleaner,
make a pack-horse of the spine of me
by a gate,
she climbs a stone wall,
minds the barbing -
the pooling is too deep,
soil too swamped
for her tiny feet,
the ground a slick hazard,
made for riding,
we all have someone
willing to handle a hazard
to save our tenderest face.
a herd of crows
resting in the sweet of a chestnut tree.
It's all or nothing.
I take her into the mire
and we come out cleaner,
make a pack-horse of the spine of me
by a gate,
she climbs a stone wall,
minds the barbing -
the pooling is too deep,
soil too swamped
for her tiny feet,
the ground a slick hazard,
made for riding,
we all have someone
willing to handle a hazard
to save our tenderest face.
#mother
#rain
#nature
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Day Tripped!
For before four, came to the fore
I went on a mystery tour
It was at ten to ten
When i arrived at Tenterten
Tentatively travelling
And traversing the town
It was wet, and windy
So i left with a frown
I then bought a ticket to Rye
Still wet, and windy
So i left with a sigh
Until i finally fell over
When visiting the White Cliff's of Dover
by Jemia
I went on a mystery tour
It was at ten to ten
When i arrived at Tenterten
Tentatively travelling
And traversing the town
It was wet, and windy
So i left with a frown
I then bought a ticket to Rye
Still wet, and windy
So i left with a sigh
Until i finally fell over
When visiting the White Cliff's of Dover
by Jemia
#rain
#wind
#funny #travel
#funny #travel
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