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.
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
175 reads
13 Comments
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
73 reads
6 Comments
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
180 reads
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
101 reads
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
88 reads
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
82 reads
4 Comments
Lilliputian
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 9:52pm
18th Nov 2024 9:52pm
Raining Tears
My dried tears
rose away with air,
stored in the clouds.
It grew heavy,
until they let it all down,
myriad drops.
I’ve grown cold,
my insides twisting
with frost creeping into every nook.
Drenched with salty rain,
dousing the impervious
blaze burning within.
Thunder wailed
across the funereal sky
for my fading soul,
soaring with inhaled petrichor.
rose away with air,
stored in the clouds.
It grew heavy,
until they let it all down,
myriad drops.
I’ve grown cold,
my insides twisting
with frost creeping into every nook.
Drenched with salty rain,
dousing the impervious
blaze burning within.
Thunder wailed
across the funereal sky
for my fading soul,
soaring with inhaled petrichor.
#rain
#sadness
90 reads
PAR
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 3:22pm
18th Nov 2024 3:22pm
Complaint
Listening all night to the rain.
He stays locked in his brain.
Echoes of memories, a sweet pain.
Dreams wave in a silent chain.
Through the window, droplets strain.
Time blurs, feeling half-insane.
Soft whispers in a distant lane.
His heartbeats, a quick refrain.
The night deepens, grave's domain.
Midnight shadows, emotions drain.
Lonely teardrops, nothing to gain.
Yet his image still remains.
Love’s melody, a haunting plane.
Bound by sorrow, love and bane.
His soul calls out in vain.
...
He stays locked in his brain.
Echoes of memories, a sweet pain.
Dreams wave in a silent chain.
Through the window, droplets strain.
Time blurs, feeling half-insane.
Soft whispers in a distant lane.
His heartbeats, a quick refrain.
The night deepens, grave's domain.
Midnight shadows, emotions drain.
Lonely teardrops, nothing to gain.
Yet his image still remains.
Love’s melody, a haunting plane.
Bound by sorrow, love and bane.
His soul calls out in vain.
...
#art
#flowers
#healing
#night
#rain
57 reads
4 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 11:53pm
12th Nov 2024 11:53pm
cold and wet, but there’s the rub ..
don’t like the wind and the rain
and I scurry into the
taxi
driver says, “where are we going, mate?”
I reply, somewhere
sunny,
but no hurry, and I don’t mean to be funny,
but perhaps on the way
we could stop at a pub ..
and I scurry into the
taxi
driver says, “where are we going, mate?”
I reply, somewhere
sunny,
but no hurry, and I don’t mean to be funny,
but perhaps on the way
we could stop at a pub ..
#rain
#wind
74 reads
2 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
1st Nov 2024 3:31pm
1st Nov 2024 3:31pm
Cloudburst
Raindrops
on
windows
Translucent
shimmering
pearls
Mother
natures
tears
by Jemia
on
windows
Translucent
shimmering
pearls
Mother
natures
tears
by Jemia
#beauty
#nature
#rain
48 reads
0 Comments
Whackytraveler
Poem Published
30th Oct 2024 5:42pm
30th Oct 2024 5:42pm
When it Rains
I’ve waited all week for the rain
The comfort it brings
When the sky is gray
The hidden sun rays
The evergreen trees
The shadow it brings
The feeling of renew
Like the sky just washed away
The dirt and grime
You may not have a dime
But amidst the dark clouds
You are found
The comfort it brings
When the sky is gray
The hidden sun rays
The evergreen trees
The shadow it brings
The feeling of renew
Like the sky just washed away
The dirt and grime
You may not have a dime
But amidst the dark clouds
You are found
#rain
91 reads
6 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
30th Oct 2024 1:54am
30th Oct 2024 1:54am
the clouds
the clouds
were busy
shape
shifting,
forgetting
how to fly,
their sense
of direction
was over,
their
languages
disappeared,
they opened
their mouths
and only
rain formed,
taking time
to fall
to
the ground,
even with
no intentions,
they weighted
the earth
with their
lost voices.
were busy
shape
shifting,
forgetting
how to fly,
their sense
of direction
was over,
their
languages
disappeared,
they opened
their mouths
and only
rain formed,
taking time
to fall
to
the ground,
even with
no intentions,
they weighted
the earth
with their
lost voices.
#clouds
#nature
#rain
#sky
#storm
91 reads
4 Comments
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