The Earth dry and bare; waiting eagerly for the drops of care;
Caught in the hot, steaming summer’s snare;
The flowers and creepers decorating window sills; all look desolate and ill;
As the nature withers away in the sun’s merciless glare.
The men and the wives; the kids and the wild;
All are enduring the summer’s waterless exile;
They are waiting for the rain; to relieve them of the heat pain;
And of that life which has become a sweaty turmoil.
The wind strong and gusty; makes the roads yellow and dusty;
And the air around becomes suffocating and musty;
The birds forget to sing; their lilting, musical thing;
Even as the tree leaves wristle and make noise so husky.
Then come the Monsoon showers; falling first on boughs and flowers;
Making the trees and plants glisten and glower;
So the monsoon comes in grace; driving away summer’s trace;
Lashing at window-panes with its all-reigning power.
As the monsoon drives away the summer heat; with its raining rhythm off-beat;
And the flower buds open up to return it’s greet;
And as the water seeps in soil; a refreshing fragrance arise;
While the rain continuous to cool down hot gardens and streets.
The Earth grows green; and water droplets gleam;
On the smooth, waxy surfaces of the leaves;
Everywhere the flowers grow; in pink, red, white or yellow;
While buds make their way blushingly between tendrils.
The wet and soft soil; now grows fertile;
And tender green plantlets push through the Earth in style;
Through soil the tiny saplings peep; as their sown seeds begin to reap;
And the plants and crops shake off the Earth’s temporary curse sterile.
As the raindrops go pitter-patter; water in puddles begins to gather;
And the little birds begin to chirp, twitter and chatter;
The insects begin to hum along; their irritating and happy song;
While due to rain and wind the roofs on houses begin to chatter.
As the showers for some moments cease; after giving Earth life’s new lease;
And the pitter-patter of rain is gently appeased;
The sun coyly shines; a cloud it half hides behind;
While the fluffy clouds move along with the cool breeze.
The fields now green and bright; are an artist’s sheer delight;
Pleasing to the senses of smell and sight;
The fresh air so sweet to breathe; that with pleasure the body writhes;
In the newly born rainy sunlight.
But this sunlight so quickly goes; as thunderstorms blow to and fro;
And Earth engulfs in darkness that now grows;
The wind rises and howls; with a voice that trembles all souls;
And day and night this gale roars.
The trees in fear tremble and shake; as leaves, twigs and branches break;
And the life of these trees is put up at stake;
Birds in nests cower with fright; and due to cold shiver with all their might;
And live in fearful anticipation of what else the storm may rake.
The monsoon now shows its ugly face; gone are its days of grace;
Rainy calamities take its place;
Cyclones and floods destruct worldwide; the raging sea throws up its tide;
“Nature reigns supreme”, we are forced to say.
Same is the life of man; may he do what he can;
But destiny will always play a hand;
What all will man control? So he should let destiny play its role;
And enjoy life and act as the situation will demand.
Somedays will shine the sun; those days life will be fun;
And work will be successful how much ever it’s done;
Somedays by the fun you will tire; and will long to get back into the attire;
Of normal life, however boring or glum.
Sometimes hope will come out; like a tiny plant sprouts;
And will remove from your mind every shade of doubt;
It will be a bright, hopeful ray; but for long it may not stay;
So we must make most of it when hope sprouts.
Just as the shower of joy; after summer comes out shy;
So shower of success will come when you have almost given up the try;
It will wash away your helpless sigh; and will give you a new will to try;
Which will help you succeed by-and-by.
Just as the sun goes behind the cloud; when thunder is heard aloud;
And darkness suddenly falls on Earth all around;
So also failure will touch you once; its upto you to prevent its repeated occurrence;
Or due to failure remain depression bound.
Sometimes through demotivation you will go; sometimes loads of success you'll know;
For we need all types of experience to make us grow;
Like some days it is wet; some days the sun for long doesn’t set;
But then it needs both the rain and the sun to make a RAINBOW…
On that cloudy weekend in June
I hear a soft and graceful tune
from the grey bird on the tree
Singing sweet lullabies felt
blessed in the moment
My body tingles of joy at sight
Gazing out through
my open door,
Letting thoughts fly free
Releasing love out into the horizon
Heart filled with emotion came
Grey bird stood playing its tune
for awhile and on the wings of
Then as the rain fell from the
sky the grey bird flew away
I blew a kiss to the clouds and
utterd these simple words of I
Love You father ( who's now in
heaven ) and yet I hope to hear
that grey bird sing again once
more for me
Farewell, love your son
Poem contest for Debbie -referential
Last night I stood in the rain in my underwear.
I allowed the rain to be.
I didn’t run as a child would, laughing and loving the moment.
I didn’t shake myself and curse the wet weather as my Mother would.
Nor did I hurriedly open an umbrella in a vain effort to hide from it.
No...No...No...I let the rain be.
I stood there with gentle water dripping down my face.
I allowed the water to be.
I didn’t reach for a towel as my Mother always did.
I didn’t shake my head as a young girl might in the shower.
Nor did I quickly wipe the drops from my face with my hands.
No...No...No... I let the water be.
Something happened while I stood there soaking wet.
Some of the rain stopped at my mouth.
It was almost begging me to taste it.
I did not spit it out like an old woman might.
I did not wipe my mouth like young men do and cough.
Nor was I horrified by the rain on my lips.
No...No...No..The glorious rain allowed me to be.
The Pigeons of life being set to fly,
fear in the raging hearts ,they just can't defy
for the lamenting eyes , when they turn vile
And the pleasant solitude of them, remains in exile..
Intrigued by the clouds, winds just followed
the charming loneliness , felt alone on its own
for the friend,whose war, as if it waged,
when the pain was warm enough...
Their love rained and soon everything erased..
Sometimes I like to pretend, things never came to a end. But over time, our love became a crime. I didn't know what we had, would ever end so bad. But then I knew things weren't right, when we started to fight. Now I walk down memory lane all the time, the pain is worst then committing a crime. We only caused eachother pain, but we were eachothers maine. I thought things would be alright, but I cried alot that night. I don't want things to change, without you my life is strange. You said you wanted me so much it started to hurt that you couldn't wait, now im just another person you hate. When you said you didn't care, I knew the person I loved was no longer there. You aren't the same, the new you is lame. We both fell, now it's hell. You use to always be here for me, like family. But now your nowhere in sight, things aren't right. Empty is all that I can feel, I still can't believe this is real. I didn't mean to let you get away, I didn't know what to say. Am i with the right guy, or am i telling myself a lie. I was afraid to loose what we had, but to you that choice was bad.
I stand brave at might within my room
Without a single sight of fear
As thunder roars from outside
My heart as pure as gold
This ugly bloody demon came upon me
Face so gruesome yet posed expression without a soul to take
Here in a home of faith that lingers in
Thou demon in the night you can not have my heart nor soul and steal it within this night
As the demon spoke to me in tounges
I could not understand words that's been spoken
And as I pray on my knees with my merry roseary beds in palm
I wished for this demon to banish forever from my sight
And never again to appear to me within thee night
That demon in the night can harm me no more
By Brian Otoole
Let it rain
O' let it pour
If you grow restless
Relax! It's just rain
It'll not stay
But t'will pass
So be calm
It's just rain
It'll not harm
Just scare us instead
But that's not the case
Cause it's just rain
So let it rain
O' let it pour
It's time we rejoice
That it's only rain
Running in the rain
Running in the rain
Your running in the rain
Not to get wet, As the drops fall on your head.
Trying to dodge each drop as they fall.
You keep running in the rain.
You have no umbrella for today.
The rain drops do fall.
Harder and harder. You don't want no more.
Run my friend the rain drops won't stop
They call for rain all week long.
Rain, it is so refreshing.
Dance in the rain.
Hold your head back
let it wash all your pain away.
Throw your arms open wide
spin your body around.
Do not be afraid to show
what you are feeling inside.
Feel the small drops
as they fall on your face.
Swish the wet grass
between you bare toes.
Making you smile
like the warmest embrace.
Feel the rain as it kisses your lips.
Open your mouth
let the rain fall inside.
Taste the sweet nectar.
Feel as it falls on your skin
each drop like a caress of the wind.
Close your eyes
let your mind soar...
Let your spirit out
As you run your
fingers through your hair.
Listen to the melody
it will soothe and comfort your heart.
Mother nature can heal you.
Dance in the rain
feel your soul take flight.
Let your mind be soothed
and wish for another rainy day.
Rain dives down onto land
Grass oceans and even sand
Gently falls upon my hand
My reflection in the raindrop
Who is this I see
Ity bity drops of rain
Created high up in the sky
In the clouds is where it lies
Cleanses planet earth
Soon after its birth
Washes away evil and sin
Gives one a sense of refreshment
Planet earth is truly a blessing
Wash away all earths pain
Wash away my sins
Let the water rain down on me
Replenish myself to start a new
Slight regret gives off a sense of weight
Heavy on my shoulders
I carry this around
But I must accept my sins to set myself free
The rain pours and pours heavily,
The darkness starts to seep in,
Fear creeps into many hearts,
In such a place I have been.
Many are here,
Many have left,
But the rain does not stop,
It leaves everything wet.
They say it should stop,
They say it should leave,
But the rains and darkness remain,
Unstoppable against anyone's need.
It was a regular summer afternoon, dull & dreary,
Generally the mood around was tired & weary,
When suddenly the sun disappeared from the sky,
And black clouds from end to end began to glide.
To everyone’s surprise for it was Feb end,
The rain Gods seemed to be setting a strange trend,
For without any kind of warning nuzzle,
There began a gentle incessant drizzle.
Soaked in were the unwary by the sudden shower,
While ominously the black clouds continued to tower,
A flash of lightning, a lone thunder growl,
Amazed further the bemused souls.
Me in the meanwhile having been drenched too,
From my window now soaked in the mesmerizing view,
Saw the beauty, experienced the rains,
Felt the atmosphere with all my senses.
The glowing sky, the glistening trees,
The birds in them looking ill at ease,
The fragrance of wet soil overpowering my mind,
The weather was of a hypnotic kind.
The crisp cool air so fresh to breathe,
With an occasional whiff of a gentle breeze,
Raised up in me a joyous thrill,
As did the rain drops bouncing on my window sill.
At night though in a tone subdued,
The gradual pitter-patter continued,
By which into sleep I was gently lulled,
As into blankets I remained cuddled.
The morning was a sight to see,
The weather was calm, the rain had ceased,
The air was bracing & cool to sniff,
Awoke all my senses with its one whiff.
And the sky, it was such a ravishing sight,
Looking intensely fresh and bright,
The nature in general looked so clean,
As if through a laundry it had been.
At this point I saw towards the horizon,
Where among the multitude of clouds rose the sun,
And as its golden aura it spread around,
I stood there – one soul – silent & spellbound.
It rains at night
When everyone is sleep
In the morning
when the light peeks
The sun shines
As if everything is fine
Noone has to know
About the night time
That the thunder is the pain
And the storm is to blame
But in the day everything is fine
No rain just sunshine
Noone has to know
That at night time
The rain falls
The thunder roars
Brings the storm
Thinkin can't handle one more
But day peeks
here for one more
im sitting in class,
the rain keeps falling
my mother keeps calling
my mind is empty
but it keeps on thinking
the teacher stares at me
i feel like I’m shrinking
he’s trying so hard to gain my attention
But sadly I’m lost in a different dimension
I don’t care anymore, **** what you say
your useless, annoying, and put my thoughts in disarray
But the rain keeps falling
Mother keeps calling
my mind is filled with countless sadness
i answer the phone, and i feel so alone
the sounds i hear are loud and clear
im lost, im lost, im lost
in my own thoughts
the clock keeps ticking i wish it would pause
just sign the clause, sign the clause
sweet mary jane, mixed in the rain
my window pane sounds foreign and strange
your in my range your mine, but its too ealry for a valentine
i take the ultimate risk, I give her a kiss
who would think i could daydream so twisted like this
I’m lost again in my mind as it spins
I gain focus, class has ended
This is fair better than the life I pretended
Now I can go off and take on the world
I was daydreaming in English of that one special girl
Running through the rain the child trips and stumbles. While up above his head the sky ripples and rumbles. Splashing through the puddles on the concrete sidewalk, the child he runs in absolute fear.Tears mix with the rain upon his face, even as his rythemic cries reach his youthful ears. Not knowing what to do or who to ask for help, the child wanders aimlessly, watching the world around him as it melts.
Confused and terrified, the child feels that he is lost. He feels that noone loves him in this life, so depression became his boss. Slashed is his heart; his wounds refuse to heal. So he lashes out in fear; left behind is how he feels.
Asphalt benieth his feet, the child collapses to his knees. He covers his face with his hands and sobs, " why me?" This child was lost until recently. Life had forced him to grow up fast. It had caused him to take responsibility for the actions of his past.
Desperately searching for an easy remedy, the child continuously cries out for help.
The true identity of that child...
That child is me.
i sit here
all alone in the rain
i think about my friends
about the rain
i wish my feelings were like the rain
that when i want to cry
it would all just fall
lightly if only a little sad
hard and painful
when feeling sorrow
if i were the weather
i would be the sun when i see you
and the rain when your mad at me
a hurrican when i see you with a another
and every other day
i am a sun behind clouds
because you never knew about me
A mind so small
But it holds it all
Could be a ball
Don’t you dare
Gaze down the
Knuckles are hitting the concrete
More than two or four
No one knows the number for sure
Open the door
Palliative measures must be taken for
Quantitative pain, that is coming down just like
Rain, rain, rain
Sizzles as the same sound of a
Xeroxes pages white and
Zigzags of life’s travels
Storms do not last forever
Storms donot last.
The rain started to fall on the window sill.
Harder and harder as I sat still.
Thunder and lighting soon turn to wind.
As the night begins.
I look out the window once more.
There I saw snow on the ground.
Blowing and bitter cold.
The storm stopped and the night was quiet.
For storms don't last forever
let the rain hurt my soul tear of pain you left me with I can not hide what I feel for
you any more Tears roll down my face falling all over the place what do I do if
you say no i'll have to leave my thoughts of you behide why me why you my
thoughts go throw you and to you yet I make you cry my hatered for the past shall
never die I'll always love you yet as you walk by the rain shal fall from these eyes
Earth beaten as the rain poured down on the forgotten warrior stoned by the battle-
A troubled man falls to his knees as troubled times catch him,
draped in despair the warrior ponders giving in for his faith has been rattled-
life's less fortunates eyes start to fade as his hopes grow dim,
from his face filled with rage "was this Gods will that paved my path?"-
in a cry wondering why he's paid his dews yet still no silver lining,
crackling thunder screams out as he raises his head ready for life's wrath-
"Will it ever get any better or are my stars just aligning,
"I am what this injustices had made I am your forgotten son can't you see"-
"show me a sing are some thing so I don't give up,"
"I refuse to lye in wait for my death, I will never surrender to this path you've given me-
closing his eyes the man sees before him and sees this is not his grace cup,
onto his feet the warrior stands readying himself for the next battle to come his way-
the man looks to the skis " thank you I see now this isn't so tough"
beaten and unbound I shall never give up this to you I say-
and to you I will not say this is enough,
for when rain falls and loneliness and hard ships shows me nothing-
for I will know your up to some thing.
In the blue sky
There come clouds
moving like wool
that makes rain to fall.
Men and women
prepare their hoes
but ducks and pigs
enjoy a nice time.
Flowers and grass
keep them selves cool
by waiting water to eat.
when rain falls
all the growing plants
enjoy the sweet world.
Drops dance around,
speckling the ground.
This path I walk,
if only it could talk,
full of fears,
treading on natures' tears
Relentless rain falling,
I hear my calling,
is it me?
feeling so low?
Help me lord!
For you did hear my cry,
do not let me fall on my sword.
Let rain stop,
let me dry,
on this path I walk to the top
For, this hill is steep,
I am in my deep,
nature and I, both weep
I look back down,
for I see,
many footprints there be.
That's when i realised,
you walked, with me
This path to the top,
I realise won't stop,
for accompanying the rain,
I walked with my pain
When I reached the peak,
I find what I seek,
I feel elated.
No longer wet to the bone,
no longer weak
no longer alone