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Famous Short Rain Poems. Short Rain Poetry by Famous Poets

Famous Short Rain Poems. Short Rain Poetry by Famous Poets. A collection of the all-time best Rain short poems

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by Jack Kerouac

Haiku

 The taste
 of rain
—Why kneel?


by Kobayashi Issa

In spring rain

 In spring rain
a pretty girl
 yawning.


by A R Ammons

Weathering

 A day without rain is like
a day without sunshine


by Yosa Buson

Early summer rain

 Early summer rain--
houses facing the river,
 two of them


by Matsuo Basho

First winter rain

 First winter rain--
even the monkey
 seems to want a raincoat.


by Matsuo Basho

Spring rain

 Spring rain
leaking through the roof
 dripping from the wasps' nest.


by William Carlos (WCW) Williams

The Red Wheelbarrow

 so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.


by Robert Louis Stevenson

I Love To Be Warm By The Red Fireside

 I LOVE to be warm by the red fireside,
I love to be wet with rain:
I love to be welcome at lamplit doors,
And leave the doors again.


by Barry Tebb

WAKING

 Wires toss in the wind, shrubs flap

And the tap on windows wakes us

To March’s mistral madness:

I see white crocuses amid the rain.


by A R Ammons

After Yesterday

 After yesterday
afternoon's blue
clouds and white rain
the mockingbird
in the backyard
untied the drops from
leaves and twigs
with a long singing.


by Dimitris P Kraniotis

Maybe

 The cloud struggled
against the sand
underneath the rain
of “no” and “yes”,
forcefully treading
on the rationale
that obeys
the impasse of “maybe”.


by Wang Wei

In The Hills

 White rocks jutting from Ching stream
The weather's cold, red leaves few
No rain at all on the paths in the hills
Clothes are wet with the blue air.


by Bertolt Brecht

To Be Read In The Morning And At Night

 My love
Has told me
That he needs me.
That's why I take good care of myself Watch out where I'm going and Fear that any drop of rain Might kill me.


by Dimitris P Kraniotis

Rules and visions

 Life counts
the rules;
the sunset, their exceptions.
Rain drinks up the centuries; spring, our dreams.
The eagle sees the sunrays and youth, the visions.


by William Carlos (WCW) Williams

The Great Figure

 Among the rain
and lights
I saw the figure 5
in gold
on a red
firetruck
moving
tense
unheeded
to gong clangs
siren howls
and wheels rumbling
through the dark city.


by Mother Goose

Doctor Foster


Doctor Foster went to Glo'ster,
  In a shower of rain;
He stepped in a puddle, up to his middle,
  And never went there again.


by Percy Bysshe Shelley

The Fitful Alternations Of The Rain

 The fitful alternations of the rain,
When the chill wind, languid as with pain
Of its own heavy moisture, here and there
Drives through the gray and beamless atmosphere


by Robert Herrick

UPON JULIAS RIBBON

 As shews the air when with a rain-bow graced,
So smiles that ribbon 'bout my Julia's waist;
Or like----Nay, 'tis that Zonulet of love,
Wherein all pleasures of the world are wove.


by Wang Wei

Wei City Song

 Wei City morning rain 
dampens the light dust.
By this inn, green, newly green willows.
I urge you to drink another cup of wine; west of Yang Pass are no old friends.


by Robert Frost

Lodged

 The rain to the wind said,
'You push and I'll pelt.
' They so smote the garden bed That the flowers actually knelt, And lay lodged--though not dead.
I know how the flowers felt.


by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Suum Cuique

 The rain has spoiled the farmer's day;
Shall sorrow put my books away?
Thereby are two days lost:
Nature shall mind her own affairs,
I will attend my proper cares,
In rain, or sun, or frost.


by Wang Wei

A Song at Weicheng.

 A morning-rain has settled the dust in Weicheng; 
Willows are green again in the tavern dooryard.
.
.
.
Wait till we empty one more cup -- West of Yang Gate there'll be no old friends.


by J R R Tolkien

To the Bottle I Go

 Ho! Ho! Ho! To the bottle I go
To heal my heart and drown my woe.
Rain may fall and wind may blow, And many miles be still to go But under a tall tree I will lie, And let the clouds go sailing by.


by Mother Goose

A Plum Pudding


Flour of England, fruit of Spain,
  Met together in a shower of rain;
Put in a bag tied round with a string;
  If you'll tell me this riddle,
  I'll give you a ring.


by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

SHOULD EER THE LOVELESS DAY.

 SHOULD e'er the loveless day remain
Obscured by storms of hail and rain,

Thy charms thou showest never;
I tap at window, tap at door:
Come, lov'd one, come! appear once more!

Thou art as fair as ever!

 1827.
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