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.
cold_fusion
Poem Published
Today 11:43am
Today 11:43am
r a i n ix
when the wind gust hits you
and the first few drops
smash into your face
and you witness
the trees bowing
in unison
under its force
the thunderous force
you must know that you are
amongst The Elements
not just your element
for the petrichor
engulfs your lungs
you feel higher than high
like perched on a cliff's edge
and the darkest of grey
signalling their intent
sending down sparks
in patterns of veins
nothing... if you see it( for what it is)
more beautiful
than this...
and the first few drops
smash into your face
and you witness
the trees bowing
in unison
under its force
the thunderous force
you must know that you are
amongst The Elements
not just your element
for the petrichor
engulfs your lungs
you feel higher than high
like perched on a cliff's edge
and the darkest of grey
signalling their intent
sending down sparks
in patterns of veins
nothing... if you see it( for what it is)
more beautiful
than this...
#earth
#rain
#fire
#nature
#spiritual
25 reads
2 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
Today 4:17am
Today 4:17am
November For Beginners (No Rain)
The rain held off
for hours, long enough to smell
its presence -- warm and burned;
summer sun afar now,
leaving crisp cobalt air
to chill our skin
in early dusk of late day.
Our wood stack sits
in anticipation of purpose --
to rise and leave its bed
with a crackle and pop.
Our hearts stiffen as
flower heads on rigid stalks.
We can't yet fathom Spring
in the sea of brown and gold --
its trimmings
Trail our feet;
rustle a scratchy, unmetered
tune on a hollow, stringless...
for hours, long enough to smell
its presence -- warm and burned;
summer sun afar now,
leaving crisp cobalt air
to chill our skin
in early dusk of late day.
Our wood stack sits
in anticipation of purpose --
to rise and leave its bed
with a crackle and pop.
Our hearts stiffen as
flower heads on rigid stalks.
We can't yet fathom Spring
in the sea of brown and gold --
its trimmings
Trail our feet;
rustle a scratchy, unmetered
tune on a hollow, stringless...
#rain
#fall
#RitaDove
15 reads
5 Comments
Alan-S-Jeeves
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2020 4:24pm
22nd Nov 2020 4:24pm
Never Mind The Weather
The coldest, forceful wind may blow;
The sun may, sometimes, golden glow;
The rain may, often, showery show;
The sky may dust the land with snow.
When it blows my hat is tied;
In the heat, 'neath shade I hide;
I shy from rain until it's dried;
As it snows I stay inside.
I don't mind a raucous gale
Or the sunburn in the vale
Nor the damp as raindrops sail
I love the biting snowflake hail.
A gust may roar throughout the night
But by the day the sun may bright;
A storm may rage with all its might ~
The...
The sun may, sometimes, golden glow;
The rain may, often, showery show;
The sky may dust the land with snow.
When it blows my hat is tied;
In the heat, 'neath shade I hide;
I shy from rain until it's dried;
As it snows I stay inside.
I don't mind a raucous gale
Or the sunburn in the vale
Nor the damp as raindrops sail
I love the biting snowflake hail.
A gust may roar throughout the night
But by the day the sun may bright;
A storm may rage with all its might ~
The...
#earth
#rain
#morning
#night
#snow
11 reads
2 Comments
arustictype
Poem Published
17th Nov 2020 10:39pm
17th Nov 2020 10:39pm
worry
one day it will be winter.
i know i know who wants
to hear about that sort of thing
with it so far off still. i
watch the one cherry tree
behind us scrubbing its dead leaves
away in the rain. i watch
those dull leaves dropping, like
scales, to the rough patio slabs
before flushing out of sight.
there are so many trees,
with so many brown paper leaves
falling, a few from each tree
at once, easing toward that
final, altogether falling.
i know i know who wants
to hear about that sort of thing
with it so far off still. i
watch the one cherry tree
behind us scrubbing its dead leaves
away in the rain. i watch
those dull leaves dropping, like
scales, to the rough patio slabs
before flushing out of sight.
there are so many trees,
with so many brown paper leaves
falling, a few from each tree
at once, easing toward that
final, altogether falling.
#anxiety
#trees
#rain
#winter
#nature
20 reads
3 Comments
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
12th Nov 2020 11:14am
12th Nov 2020 11:14am
from darkness comes the light (and hopefully air conditioning)
11/12/2020
power still out,
darkness will soon turn towards the dawn
Eta was all wet talk and small bluster balk
moved through quickly
only to find her lose her mighty
now—
I still, in the last of the darkness
only a heartbeat ~ sweat drops speak
waiting [always waiting]
for mine, not to be thine own
amongst darkness,
shown
a plea.. she cries!
harken for those cooling sighs
power still out,
darkness will soon turn towards the dawn
Eta was all wet talk and small bluster balk
moved through quickly
only to find her lose her mighty
now—
I still, in the last of the darkness
only a heartbeat ~ sweat drops speak
waiting [always waiting]
for mine, not to be thine own
amongst darkness,
shown
a plea.. she cries!
harken for those cooling sighs
#hope
#dark
#rain #storm
#rain #storm
57 reads
18 Comments
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
12th Nov 2020 7:59am
12th Nov 2020 7:59am
the truth is out(age) there.
Hurricanes & tropical storms always seem to blow through in the middle of the night.
My power just went out.
Joy.... (sarcasm)
I'm not sure this is common knowledge, but it's still hot here.. like, I have to run my AC , kinda hot.
No power = No air conditioning = Miserable Blue
I'm going to do a dance (in my head) of quick power restoration to the power God's!
I have my two extra cell batteries charged,
as well as an extra laptop battery.
I also have it all plugged into my portable small battery charging hub thingamajigy......
My power just went out.
Joy.... (sarcasm)
I'm not sure this is common knowledge, but it's still hot here.. like, I have to run my AC , kinda hot.
No power = No air conditioning = Miserable Blue
I'm going to do a dance (in my head) of quick power restoration to the power God's!
I have my two extra cell batteries charged,
as well as an extra laptop battery.
I also have it all plugged into my portable small battery charging hub thingamajigy......
#dark
#power
#rain
#storm
#StreamOfConsciousness
53 reads
13 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
8th Nov 2020 3:10am
8th Nov 2020 3:10am
rainsong
Some people feel the rain;
others just get wet.” —Roger Miller
sweet the rain falls at my tired
feet, splish-splashing in its wake;
greetings of delight lithe bubbles,
fleeting by, leave in the lake.
brief their smiles and then they perish;
grief they cannot understand.
sadly watch i, with scant relish,
glad they die not by my hand.
water woes—tears—for some people,
laughter goes when stalwart rain
compromises humble dwellings,
harmonises with the pain
deeply etched where they have struggled,
cheaply...
others just get wet.” —Roger Miller
sweet the rain falls at my tired
feet, splish-splashing in its wake;
greetings of delight lithe bubbles,
fleeting by, leave in the lake.
brief their smiles and then they perish;
grief they cannot understand.
sadly watch i, with scant relish,
glad they die not by my hand.
water woes—tears—for some people,
laughter goes when stalwart rain
compromises humble dwellings,
harmonises with the pain
deeply etched where they have struggled,
cheaply...
#LifeStruggles
#rain
#storm
#water
#poverty
44 reads
4 Comments
cold_fusion
Poem Published
7th Nov 2020 12:00pm
7th Nov 2020 12:00pm
her december rains
long time she sat
the forest is not always a pretty place
hollows of the trees
they invariably harbour decay
the sodden floor
every step
a stab
her six inch heels
burying more dead
each dig
not long enough
not long enough
it never is
till the crow's caw
echoed
. .
the forest is not always a pretty place
hollows of the trees
they invariably harbour decay
the sodden floor
every step
a stab
her six inch heels
burying more dead
each dig
not long enough
not long enough
it never is
till the crow's caw
echoed
. .
#grief
#rain
#nature #humankind
#nature #humankind
106 reads
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
1st Nov 2020 10:09pm
1st Nov 2020 10:09pm
~ MAUNADHARA~ The Flow Of Silence
midnight rains incessantly play
an overbrimming ‘Mega Malhar’ raga
in a fuller mojo amidst a hustle bustle
Kolkata’s day of bazaar’s booming
noisy unruliness, a whining painy
holing in ear drummy orchestrations
-those thunderous meteoritic
hitting demonic warning
hurriedness acoustical skies
& surreally firing bright
hi-watt electric lightnings
mar their so clumsily musical
yet rapidly formative flurrying
rhapsodic rhythms in an align
..as eyes look upon a sole lighted
amber~ red sodium...
an overbrimming ‘Mega Malhar’ raga
in a fuller mojo amidst a hustle bustle
Kolkata’s day of bazaar’s booming
noisy unruliness, a whining painy
holing in ear drummy orchestrations
-those thunderous meteoritic
hitting demonic warning
hurriedness acoustical skies
& surreally firing bright
hi-watt electric lightnings
mar their so clumsily musical
yet rapidly formative flurrying
rhapsodic rhythms in an align
..as eyes look upon a sole lighted
amber~ red sodium...
#love
#rain
#spiritual #RabindranathTagore
#spiritual #RabindranathTagore
97 reads
4 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
9th Oct 2020 12:35pm
9th Oct 2020 12:35pm
Of the Daily Dream Déjà vus In Recurring Leitmotifs... & Their Forever Ageing Feltness
they first paint thin, and
pale... over and over again
ploying as precursive coats
that sirens as pachydermously
trumpeting upbeat rambunctious
echoes... daring pretty enough
to dauntlessly throw down
their monotonous gauntlets..
for a free~ radically let out
rhapsodical sinuous wavelengths..
that collogue & converse as
characteristic accentuation
of their inherent earth tones
to the digging anew surreal highs
further lit up in the gathering
steely darkbluing...
pale... over and over again
ploying as precursive coats
that sirens as pachydermously
trumpeting upbeat rambunctious
echoes... daring pretty enough
to dauntlessly throw down
their monotonous gauntlets..
for a free~ radically let out
rhapsodical sinuous wavelengths..
that collogue & converse as
characteristic accentuation
of their inherent earth tones
to the digging anew surreal highs
further lit up in the gathering
steely darkbluing...
#love
#dreams
#rain
#spiritual
#surreal
110 reads
4 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2020 6:32am
2nd Oct 2020 6:32am
An Insistent Denial of Truth (in all it's insistent interpretations)
Must remember're'call when the medicine
was swallowed
was ingested
was absorbed.
Where I'd lost our imprimatur, it's the first step toward the
freed'm of need, and
a ratified wanting, in
a spectacle of ranting.
Be'Damned if it hasn't begun storming, catacombs being the
only shelter from piercing
...
was swallowed
was ingested
was absorbed.
Where I'd lost our imprimatur, it's the first step toward the
freed'm of need, and
a ratified wanting, in
a spectacle of ranting.
Be'Damned if it hasn't begun storming, catacombs being the
only shelter from piercing
...
#death
#rain
#storm
#water
#graveyard
46 reads
1 Comment
Monkeymaham2
Poem Published
28th Sep 2020 6:31pm
28th Sep 2020 6:31pm
Rain Drop
The rain at my fingertips making the dreary hot day beautiful again.
How miserable many must be, to hate the rain so much as they do.
The bringer of life and health that is the flowing water from above.
We need these rainy days, warm to skins touch and physical in brace.
To nap a day away, sip tea or coffee by the window or simply play in it.
Happiness to me, is feeling, smelling and enjoying the entire experience of it all.
To walk or even dance my worries away for a moment that I've needed so greatly.
I smile but...
How miserable many must be, to hate the rain so much as they do.
The bringer of life and health that is the flowing water from above.
We need these rainy days, warm to skins touch and physical in brace.
To nap a day away, sip tea or coffee by the window or simply play in it.
Happiness to me, is feeling, smelling and enjoying the entire experience of it all.
To walk or even dance my worries away for a moment that I've needed so greatly.
I smile but...
#rain
#water
#SelfReflection
51 reads
4 Comments
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