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.
AmyMMosier
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 10:11pm
5th Jan 2025 10:11pm
Summer Rain
Listen to the raging summer rain
Mercilessly battering the ground -
Drops bouncing like crickets all around.
What heights its descent has drained
Into the pools when it came unbound!
My head is made silent by the sound
And a sense of cleanliness will remain
After everything's been washed down
And the neighborhood streets have drowned.
Harder still it strikes the window pane -
'Tho a peculiar sun broke through a cloud.
So long as the raindrops continue to pound -
Listen to the raging summer rain!
Mercilessly battering the ground -
Drops bouncing like crickets all around.
What heights its descent has drained
Into the pools when it came unbound!
My head is made silent by the sound
And a sense of cleanliness will remain
After everything's been washed down
And the neighborhood streets have drowned.
Harder still it strikes the window pane -
'Tho a peculiar sun broke through a cloud.
So long as the raindrops continue to pound -
Listen to the raging summer rain!
#rain
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 6:25am
2nd Jan 2025 6:25am
Strife
When storms do break and heavens weep
The cathedral spire wakes from sleep
A shadowed lance, it cleaves the rain
A hymn in stone through joy and pain
The clouds, like mourners, gather close
Their veils of grey a most solemn host
And through their tears a fleeting gleam
The spire ascends, a holy dream
Each droplet strikes with fleeting grace
A silver path on sacred face
And shadows twist in trembling flight
As rain and dark in union write
The gargoyles grin, their visages stark
In interplay of light and dark ...
The cathedral spire wakes from sleep
A shadowed lance, it cleaves the rain
A hymn in stone through joy and pain
The clouds, like mourners, gather close
Their veils of grey a most solemn host
And through their tears a fleeting gleam
The spire ascends, a holy dream
Each droplet strikes with fleeting grace
A silver path on sacred face
And shadows twist in trembling flight
As rain and dark in union write
The gargoyles grin, their visages stark
In interplay of light and dark ...
#Christian
#God
#rain
#religion
#storm
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summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
27th Dec 2024 2:25pm
27th Dec 2024 2:25pm
~some night of a traversing highway chaos
the sweltering december hotness sun
consumes gritty astringent skinnish salts
in enormous gulping hunger of a famine
vacuuming emptiness, a fuming depression
of a puckering in sizzling hot desert, rises in
a rotting stench of bled out moulted maroons
scattered as a modern streaked out flash art
sprinkled with the sweaty deltaic tidal waves
in craving wide open rafflesia blooms in scents
of a pickled inner vascular.. severed as tidbits
..screams of an unquenchable insane violence
in firing passion burns to the...
consumes gritty astringent skinnish salts
in enormous gulping hunger of a famine
vacuuming emptiness, a fuming depression
of a puckering in sizzling hot desert, rises in
a rotting stench of bled out moulted maroons
scattered as a modern streaked out flash art
sprinkled with the sweaty deltaic tidal waves
in craving wide open rafflesia blooms in scents
of a pickled inner vascular.. severed as tidbits
..screams of an unquenchable insane violence
in firing passion burns to the...
#love
#night
#rain
#sensual
#sun
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summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2024 11:58am
22nd Dec 2024 11:58am
~blue house that soaks in yellow night-lighted love
beaming blue walls
in an unfazed electrifying
eccentricity.. border
this singular standalone
house.. awake in open
doors and yellowy
lights in fire streams
..almost gives a hazy
sepia vignetting palette
in a nostalgic dig village
view, sweetly reminiscent
of those childhood vacation
days.. spent long in a pure
silence of a rustic ambience..
in tight warmth of grandma
grandpa.. their loving grips
.. outside, dribbling plic ploc
rain in trickles.. add to the
marigold yellowy...
in an unfazed electrifying
eccentricity.. border
this singular standalone
house.. awake in open
doors and yellowy
lights in fire streams
..almost gives a hazy
sepia vignetting palette
in a nostalgic dig village
view, sweetly reminiscent
of those childhood vacation
days.. spent long in a pure
silence of a rustic ambience..
in tight warmth of grandma
grandpa.. their loving grips
.. outside, dribbling plic ploc
rain in trickles.. add to the
marigold yellowy...
#countryside
#home
#love
#night
#rain
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 3:31pm
18th Dec 2024 3:31pm
Disco Ball
Finally, the clouds began to unfold
as the storm tried to blow itself apart
to frame a post-zenith gibbous of gold
which lit the aurum of my midnight heart
as the wind chimes japed out a lively tune
as warm and fresh and full of tropic life
as the vernal glory oft blown in June
or fingered through an independence fife.
But then, just as quickly as revealed,
the blasting billows would as quick return
like some prohibition fast repealed
to throw some moonbeam medleys in the churn
as if chimes and beams were the discotheque ...
as the storm tried to blow itself apart
to frame a post-zenith gibbous of gold
which lit the aurum of my midnight heart
as the wind chimes japed out a lively tune
as warm and fresh and full of tropic life
as the vernal glory oft blown in June
or fingered through an independence fife.
But then, just as quickly as revealed,
the blasting billows would as quick return
like some prohibition fast repealed
to throw some moonbeam medleys in the churn
as if chimes and beams were the discotheque ...
#moon
#rain
#storm #wind
#storm #wind
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goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
16th Dec 2024 1:51am
16th Dec 2024 1:51am
retribution
these storms
held back
by
the sun,
wanting
nothing more
than
to give
all of its
retribution,
where
nothing
is safe,
where
nothing
is pure,
taking the
comfort away
from
the masses,
and replace
it all
with fear.
held back
by
the sun,
wanting
nothing more
than
to give
all of its
retribution,
where
nothing
is safe,
where
nothing
is pure,
taking the
comfort away
from
the masses,
and replace
it all
with fear.
#nature
#rain
#sky
#storm
#wind
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
15th Dec 2024 6:17am
15th Dec 2024 6:17am
Dispersion
Settling in a westering blow
of mid December cold,
she gave her customary glow
so clouds could spin in gold.
Flaxen vorticals atwirl;
sylvanite of the sky;
the mother of moonbeam pearl
and the apple of my eye!
Hypnosis in the turbulence
held me in its sway,
since ensorcellment refulgence
was peace by lunar ray.
And thus I watched the vapor swarms
advance at break of day,
blending moonlight with the rainstorms...
by photon ricochet.
of mid December cold,
she gave her customary glow
so clouds could spin in gold.
Flaxen vorticals atwirl;
sylvanite of the sky;
the mother of moonbeam pearl
and the apple of my eye!
Hypnosis in the turbulence
held me in its sway,
since ensorcellment refulgence
was peace by lunar ray.
And thus I watched the vapor swarms
advance at break of day,
blending moonlight with the rainstorms...
by photon ricochet.
#moon
#rain
#wind
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goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 9:02am
9th Dec 2024 9:02am
crying
i listened
to
the crying
all night,
as long
as the
storm
insisted,
but the
voice of
the water
will
eventually
weary and
dry those
tears.
to
the crying
all night,
as long
as the
storm
insisted,
but the
voice of
the water
will
eventually
weary and
dry those
tears.
#night
#rain
#storm
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
7th Dec 2024 11:55pm
7th Dec 2024 11:55pm
Achromatic
There's abandonment in an all day rain
when humans surrender to the grey skies
and sit to listen to the gutters drain
and juncos by birdbath freely baptize
with waddle-some mourning doves attending
and squirrels contributing drenched fur grey
for a somber wild kingdom blending
of rodent fleece and bird feather display
and raindrops hanging to refract the air,
sullenly, and to showcase maple bark,
now winter bare for its grey to compare
the melancholy monotones so stark
that when the crows announce their arrival
I...
when humans surrender to the grey skies
and sit to listen to the gutters drain
and juncos by birdbath freely baptize
with waddle-some mourning doves attending
and squirrels contributing drenched fur grey
for a somber wild kingdom blending
of rodent fleece and bird feather display
and raindrops hanging to refract the air,
sullenly, and to showcase maple bark,
now winter bare for its grey to compare
the melancholy monotones so stark
that when the crows announce their arrival
I...
#rain
#storm
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16 Comments
Lilliputian
Poem Published
28th Nov 2024 7:05pm
28th Nov 2024 7:05pm
Raindrops
Raindrops
Mellow sprinkles
Silky soothing kisses
Softly balming wilted petals
Sky’s tears
Mellow sprinkles
Silky soothing kisses
Softly balming wilted petals
Sky’s tears
#rain
#cinquain
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 2:30am
25th Nov 2024 2:30am
Downspouts
November's infinitude of monotone
is at its greatest glory in the rain;
that constant rain that says we are alone
be we in pleasure, or be we in pain,
notwithstanding the company we keep
or if we keep no company at all
in the melancholy where gray skies weep
as summer's pigment...takes a curtain call.
is at its greatest glory in the rain;
that constant rain that says we are alone
be we in pleasure, or be we in pain,
notwithstanding the company we keep
or if we keep no company at all
in the melancholy where gray skies weep
as summer's pigment...takes a curtain call.
#rain
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4 Comments
Koulouri
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 1:25am
19th Nov 2024 1:25am
And Sometimes It Rains
I've come to relish the moments I am sickly.
This is not to say that I enjoy being sick.
I think,
those are times when I feel the most I have felt.
That moment,
right after the bile hits the back of the bin.
I feel alive.
I feel real.
I am reminded that bad things are followed by good.
And all my thoughts,
And all my actions,
never mattered,
because they finally brought me here,
to this moment,
where I am curled up,
on the bathroom's tile floor,
the coolness battling the...
This is not to say that I enjoy being sick.
I think,
those are times when I feel the most I have felt.
That moment,
right after the bile hits the back of the bin.
I feel alive.
I feel real.
I am reminded that bad things are followed by good.
And all my thoughts,
And all my actions,
never mattered,
because they finally brought me here,
to this moment,
where I am curled up,
on the bathroom's tile floor,
the coolness battling the...
#healing
#illness
#LifeStruggles #rain
#LifeStruggles #rain
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