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.
Night rain at your mother's house
You lay beside me
Your steady breath a hiss in my ear
In the guest bedroom
After your father died
Downstairs your mother
With her dogs and her wine
Holds herself together
Dreams of your father
The tears of his suddenness
Breathtaking decisiveness
One second dinner
Next second death
There is nothing to do now
Family is consoled
Friends are informed
The march of time
Steps forward without afterthought
Minus a pair of old shoes
Not yet cool
Your hand caresses my side
The...
Your steady breath a hiss in my ear
In the guest bedroom
After your father died
Downstairs your mother
With her dogs and her wine
Holds herself together
Dreams of your father
The tears of his suddenness
Breathtaking decisiveness
One second dinner
Next second death
There is nothing to do now
Family is consoled
Friends are informed
The march of time
Steps forward without afterthought
Minus a pair of old shoes
Not yet cool
Your hand caresses my side
The...
#love
#father
#death #rain
#death #rain
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Sucky Shower
After many weeks of longing
I heard not a sexy whisper
but a loud rumbling
nevertheless
it pleased and pleasured
it heralded the promise
of a delicious downpour
a sweet cooling rain
putting months of hellacious heat
to a rewarding rest
i prayed powerfully
in a pagan pursuit
for precipitation
not the heinous hinderance
of a haughty haboob
please Mr. Monsoon
may i be mollified
by your marvelous merry making meteorological mischief
Merde!
i'm ruefully...
I heard not a sexy whisper
but a loud rumbling
nevertheless
it pleased and pleasured
it heralded the promise
of a delicious downpour
a sweet cooling rain
putting months of hellacious heat
to a rewarding rest
i prayed powerfully
in a pagan pursuit
for precipitation
not the heinous hinderance
of a haughty haboob
please Mr. Monsoon
may i be mollified
by your marvelous merry making meteorological mischief
Merde!
i'm ruefully...
#hope
#rain
#disappointment
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The Blue Umbrella
The blue umbrella
Such a pretty sight
Keeps the rain from my face
But my body gets soaked
The blue umbrella
So practical and smart
Weaves in and out of the city streets
Keeping me anonymous
The blue umbrella
Pushed into the sand
My solution for shady sunbathing
My little space on the beach
The blue umbrella
The little hands that hold me
Not keeping me dry
But my accessory for play
The blue umbrella
My trusted friend
Sits in the corner
Waiting for our next...
Such a pretty sight
Keeps the rain from my face
But my body gets soaked
The blue umbrella
So practical and smart
Weaves in and out of the city streets
Keeping me anonymous
The blue umbrella
Pushed into the sand
My solution for shady sunbathing
My little space on the beach
The blue umbrella
The little hands that hold me
Not keeping me dry
But my accessory for play
The blue umbrella
My trusted friend
Sits in the corner
Waiting for our next...
#childhood
#beach
#rain
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Saw That The Flooding Was Caused By More
When she saw that the
flooding was caused by more than
a drizzle, she felt
like putting her bikini
on and going for a swim.
flooding was caused by more than
a drizzle, she felt
like putting her bikini
on and going for a swim.
#rain
#water
#fiction
#tanka
#sports
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Dear Monsoon
Dear Monsoon,
You were due mid June
Now well into July,
this is no lie:
we need you.
Please come soon.
Respectfully,
Phoenix
You were due mid June
Now well into July,
this is no lie:
we need you.
Please come soon.
Respectfully,
Phoenix
#earth
#rain
#storm
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Monsters of My Deep
Thunder's belly rumbles across a gun metal sky.
The world must sense the storm between you and I.
Rain.
Soft wet static sound.
Dampening the fibers of sadness.
Is there ever really an answer to be found?
Darker thoughts naturally emerge.
The tide at the shore of our wounds is low tonight.
The soaked moon looks fallen snow white.
And there you are, fallen, lifeless.
Lips purple blue to never speak the truth.
Lost in a sea of me, you drowned.
Among the monsters of my deep blues.
The world must sense the storm between you and I.
Rain.
Soft wet static sound.
Dampening the fibers of sadness.
Is there ever really an answer to be found?
Darker thoughts naturally emerge.
The tide at the shore of our wounds is low tonight.
The soaked moon looks fallen snow white.
And there you are, fallen, lifeless.
Lips purple blue to never speak the truth.
Lost in a sea of me, you drowned.
Among the monsters of my deep blues.
#dreams
#rain
#storm #monsters
#storm #monsters
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Precipitatively
liquid luscious water rushes
down towards the sea
after rising from the ocean
precipitatively
coalescing into droplets
falling from the sky
onto ground whose inclination
is the reason why
streams keep flowing, lakes keep growing
rivers slide through mists
in the morning's early dawning
by the warm sun kissed
as a liquid luscious feeling gushes
somewhere deep inside
overwhelming, enervating
rising like a tide
in an ocean of emotion
in a sacred sea
rising falling...
down towards the sea
after rising from the ocean
precipitatively
coalescing into droplets
falling from the sky
onto ground whose inclination
is the reason why
streams keep flowing, lakes keep growing
rivers slide through mists
in the morning's early dawning
by the warm sun kissed
as a liquid luscious feeling gushes
somewhere deep inside
overwhelming, enervating
rising like a tide
in an ocean of emotion
in a sacred sea
rising falling...
#rain
#nature
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A wet days play

#lust
#sex
#rain
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rainy nights
How could anyone not want to live when there were so many things to live for?
There were rainy nights and wind and the slap of the sea and the moon.
There were books to read and pictures to paint and music.—Michelle Magorian
whene'er the skies at night
are whet with drums,
and purple lightnings stir
their crashing gong,
i listen as each tearful
drip-drop comes
to improvise
its embryonic song.
i fathom not why
slain rain jars so hard
against the window
of my reverie,
nor why bright stars...
There were rainy nights and wind and the slap of the sea and the moon.
There were books to read and pictures to paint and music.—Michelle Magorian
whene'er the skies at night
are whet with drums,
and purple lightnings stir
their crashing gong,
i listen as each tearful
drip-drop comes
to improvise
its embryonic song.
i fathom not why
slain rain jars so hard
against the window
of my reverie,
nor why bright stars...
#dreams
#sky
#rain
#night
#sleep
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A Squall
The sky is crying
Leaking
Moist silver translucent tears
That pound, the ground
That awakens the worms
That seek the surface
Curiosity kills more than just cats
As birds flock
To feast
Upon this living vermian spaghetti
Meanwhile
Upon a nearby pond
The drip drop rain
Falls on the deep, dark water
That forms ripples
That scatter willy nilly
Like miniature tsunamis
That brush, and break
Against the bashful reeds
As frogs
Poised upon lily pads
Pick at panicking parasites
Knee deep in the...
Leaking
Moist silver translucent tears
That pound, the ground
That awakens the worms
That seek the surface
Curiosity kills more than just cats
As birds flock
To feast
Upon this living vermian spaghetti
Meanwhile
Upon a nearby pond
The drip drop rain
Falls on the deep, dark water
That forms ripples
That scatter willy nilly
Like miniature tsunamis
That brush, and break
Against the bashful reeds
As frogs
Poised upon lily pads
Pick at panicking parasites
Knee deep in the...
#rain
#nature
#LifeCycle
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Soon, it's going to rain!
Words can be sharper than knives!
Weaponry can be an abstraction
or an expression or simply a look.
A shower of scissors
on a bloody summer day.
Like blades flying in a movie.
A funeral under a storm.
A body inside an aquarium.
An inexplicable and cold drowning.
Shooting stars are uncatchable
and fall and fall and fall forever
like healthy words in sick ears.
Words fire faster than pistols
do not have a defined target
and pierce everything in their path.
Soon, it's going to rain!
...
Weaponry can be an abstraction
or an expression or simply a look.
A shower of scissors
on a bloody summer day.
Like blades flying in a movie.
A funeral under a storm.
A body inside an aquarium.
An inexplicable and cold drowning.
Shooting stars are uncatchable
and fall and fall and fall forever
like healthy words in sick ears.
Words fire faster than pistols
do not have a defined target
and pierce everything in their path.
Soon, it's going to rain!
...
#rain
#mirror
#myself
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
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Rain
Rain!! ! Rain!!! Rain!!!
It is pouring
In floods i’m drowning.
My feet are wet, my head is draped.
Its too cold, i wanna get wrapped
To the heavens i look, for the sun I seek
My body is cold,
it's you i wanna hold
The once songs in my head,
All went silent and dead
It's now the sounds of the rain.
Rain... Rain... Rain!!!
Please go away, will you?
Come back another day, will you?
Where could you be my queen?
If only you were here
This coldness wouldn't dare,
The crave for your hug is dire ...
It is pouring
In floods i’m drowning.
My feet are wet, my head is draped.
Its too cold, i wanna get wrapped
To the heavens i look, for the sun I seek
My body is cold,
it's you i wanna hold
The once songs in my head,
All went silent and dead
It's now the sounds of the rain.
Rain... Rain... Rain!!!
Please go away, will you?
Come back another day, will you?
Where could you be my queen?
If only you were here
This coldness wouldn't dare,
The crave for your hug is dire ...
#rain
#sleep
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