It started high up in the clouds,
the moisture balling together until
it became a perfect tear drop hovering
then falling down, gaining speed.
Bumping into others amalgamating,
spinning dropping ever downwards.
Landing with large splash on a leaf
and trickling, running ever down.
Joining still as it flows on
over the edge to the ground.
The rain drop fell into a puddle
and spread out reflecting the sky.
Glistening, sparkling and pulsing
It follows the contours of the land
giving life to all as it passes by,
relentlessly advancing with glee.
Not over yet, it flowed into a lake
now a vast body of water it continues
onwards, ever onwards. One day it
will return to the sky. That's another story.
Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2014
AMIDST POUNDS OF FORCE and FURY
Conscious cold clouds sweeping, killing softly the suns bright,
romancing evocatively with the winds, aghast it blows! Blows!
Gray to black are the skies shadows. Shafts of light longer,
they tantalize in between blows joined clear by a decibel bang!
Frightened golden grains for harvest, helpless! They bend down
and so are the piteous bushes, unashamed, waving their arms
as if crying out for immediate rescue but no one is there...
Drops to dagger liquid sequins fall heavily unto them nonstop.
Amidst pounds of force and fury from the natural forces,
I, glad to be cocooned by the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest.
Wrapped tight to his arms, my heart is soaking with contentment,
his drizzling caresses flood my nerves, I am all giddy inside...
6:00 pm, November 19, 2015
Copyright © Olive Eloisa Fraser | Year Posted 2015
Long after the drought
vast fields of parched earth
have waited with ears to the wind
Desperate with thirst and withered to rust
each breeze tosses dust to the sky
Then, thundering sounds, from the stomper of clouds
comes from deep from the girth of the hills
There are trampling sounds, and rain seeds are thrown
in answer to prayers, with requisite words
that roars to deafen their fears
In great anticipation, the sky becomes dark
and the spark of excitement is high
The sun becomes lost, and the pebbles of rain
fall to earth, tossed like bright silver coins
Hydration of air, is a gift from the gods
Invigorates, and awakens the sod
Precipitation arrives, and the world comes alive
Crystallization of hope and surprise
Sun-choked and thirsty, earth turns up an eye
grateful, at last, to the clouds in the sky
While Into green silk, comes a new stalk of grass
and raindrops are now welcomed home with applause
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Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2016
Empathize with rain for
it is helpless to bestow
full mercy and can not choose where
or when or how it falls
Lands of drought plead, more
Enough, lands of flood implore
as a token drizzle moans for a forest in flame
as a tropical storm howls for one seawall
and man remains ignorant
indifferent to these kindred drops
A thousand ripples softly reaching
*Written May 28 2013
Copyright © Cyndi MacMillan | Year Posted 2013
I am Rain
Falling from Above
Blessing the Earth with Showers
And my Love
Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2013
you are the saver of our mother earth,
no life for us without you,
we are happy to see you,
you help greenaries to grow
even when we doesn't lend our hands,
you fill the well for our smile!
Copyright © mithulasri rajakrishnan | Year Posted 2013
Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013
Out in the open meadow
Swaying in the breeze
I am a wildflower
Living a life of ease
The seed from which I grew
Was blown here by the wind
It landed on the earth
And that was my beginning
I am watered by the rain
And fed by the earth
Each of them is dear to me
My life depends on both
I have two faithful friends
Who come to visit me
One is a pretty butterfly
The other is a honeybee
I feed them with my nectar
And then they fly away
I tell them to come back
On another day
I am bathed by the sunshine
Which makes my colours glow
It keeps me nice and warm
And also helps me grow
My beauty is free for all to see
Even a little child
I love the life I am living
I enjoy being free and wild
wildflower - a flower that grows wild and free
I have added three more verses: (verses 4,5,6)
I had removed them to meet the contest requirements.
Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2015
the zones above gracefully open
clouds heavy and light, moisture laden
dark and bright
it pours down
a calming thunder
raindrops, splish splash
flying from the skies
and kissing the grounds
tapping tunes fill the air
waltzing in descending stairs
Copyright © njeri hunjeri | Year Posted 2015
"The Storm This Way Cometh"
You've been warned that I am coming!
Menacing dark clouds give that away!
I am known as the impending Storm,
and I'm here to spoil your day!
Notice the winds as they start to pick up,
NO MORE is there a gentle breeze!
When I get going with all my might,
I will bend, break and uproot trees!
Birds know better than to take up flight,
for I control the very wind!
Nothing can withstand my blustery gusts,
until my blustery gusts I rescind!
The sky is getting much darker!
It looks like midnight at high noon!
After I enjoy my winds destructiveness,
I will rain a never ending monsoon!
"Batten down all of the hatches!"
Shut the windows and lock the door!
You will still hear my storm's loud wrath!
I have just begun my uproar!
Wind, Rain, Thunder and Lightning,
these are my greatest delights!
To these add Hail, Snow and Ice,
to me these are wonderful sights!
For now I have done my damage!
What a great mess I did make!
There is always the Storm's aftermath.
The clean up....
some time that will take!
Now it is time for me to go,
and of this I have no doubt,
after a Storm like me has passed,
it's the Sun's time to come out!
Copyright © Walter T. Ashe | Year Posted 2016
NIGHT AND RAIN
Up there in the sky,
Holding on, on so high..
Where the banana
shines and shies,
Smiling night after night
Giving ur light.
In the sad cloud,
Where tears are formed
And the thunder laugh
In bits and drops, it falls.
Then in the morning
Where the dropped
Marked mud against
The face of the earth.
Then children hopscotch
On the playground of
Author; (KESSIE JUSTICE
Copyright © Kessie Justice Amenyo | Year Posted 2012
Just Call Me Mr. Spy
I’m from an ancient world, and we have never met, and never will.
However, much like presently, in my day, people lived for the thrill.
I experienced that world’s greatest tragedy, and lived to tell the story.
I am not the bravest, smartest, or most beautiful; but I made history.
People of old loved and laughed, and also ate and drank to the fill.
They bought and sold, not worrying about who would pay the bill.
They fell in love and married; and separated, adulterated, and fornicated.
They detoured from their ancestors’ standards, and greatly deteriorated.
Yes, they were civilized sometimes, but also immoral and very violent.
It’s predicted that your world will be just like mine, before the Second Advent.
They were liberated, sophisticated, and also educated in their own way.
They were warned, but never bothered to change, until a deluge came one day.
There was an old man with a wife and three sons, who also had wives.
They worked hard and loved everybody, but also lived good and clean lives.
I know all these things because I was there, observing and raising my family.
That is, until the old man brought me and others into a big boat he built for his family.
You see, I was Noah’s raven, and was blessed to go on that world’s greatest trip.
And you can call me Mr. Spy, because I was the first one to leave the big ship.
03042016 PS Contest, A Tomb of Ancient Bloom, Justin Bordner
Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2016
The animals know better than us. The rain has never poured so loudly in a key so soft.
To the front, the sailing of city buses and mini vans cruising across in this weather makes the water underneath their tires sound like the street is crying out for 5 more minutes of sleep. Up above, the trees are protecting a nest of baby blue jays before they get washed away by the silence of their mother not being there. But with sky blue young spirits, and small empty stomachs, they keep hope alive in the fact that even children know storms and struggles don’t last forever.
Below the trees, nature has found a name to call it’s own. From the hole dug by the little boy next door, a family of three foxes have named human nature sanctuary, and burrowed their problems into the sediment to rest for a while.
To the side of the hole, a flock of ducks are swimming in the water with eyes open wide enough to where you can see their loyalty to love one another rushes wild.
To the right of the pond, caged up in a man made blanket, and lost in his own mind, is the boy. From what he remembers, last night was like a train accident; A head on collision of two people he could’ve sworn he saw holding hands just the other day. He hears the sound of plates shattering in C-minor, and the chorus of words that his parents screamed in F-sharp, so he imprisoned himself in his own bed sheets, accompanied by the courageous corduroy bear who he swears keeps hearing whisper “everything will be okay.”
It’s raining outside, and the crescendos of screams have been silenced by it’s peaceful security.
The boy, sleeps soundly now. The rain has protected his ears, and guarded his heart from being washed away by all of his nightmares.
He doesn’t care whether he wakes up. The baby blue jay, the resourceful fox and the brave little duck are all he wants to keep dreaming about.
Maybe he’ll run away into the rain? Or maybe into the arms if his mother?, whom he prays he can still recognize. To the left of his bed, he picked up the blank page of his coloring book and a crayon, and became a life long poet in that moment that morning. Taking a deep breath in, and giving a soft breath out, his first sentence was
“The animals know better than us.”
Copyright © Spenser Jones | Year Posted 2012
Tears on the lilac ladies
water falling down on sleeping buds
mauve faces waiting for the rain to stop
drooping, sad heads shaking in the trembling breeze
pretty maidens still imprisoned under grey skies...
Copyright © valerie bellefleur | Year Posted 2010
the rain fall down
splashing on the ground
wiping away our bad day's
where all our troubles lay
Copyright © Crystal Wilkins | Year Posted 2008
By Curtis Johnson
Everyone, including everyone, knows that you have been one faithful friend
You have graced our land with your Vitamin D, and granted pleasures at all the beaches. Because of your magnanimous supply, the world is provided all kinds of fruits, nuts, and veggies
O Sunshine, I’m sure you took no pleasure in droughts, fires, and evaporating dams. Perhaps you too sent up prayers for a little help from the clouds, to lessen the agony. Anyway Sunshine, now that we have some relief, I didn’t want you to be ignored.
We are so happy that El Nino has come to California, and paved our land with rain. I could not imagine a California without an abundant presence of you, Sunshine. And to have Rain and you Sunshine, is such a blessing, especially in the same season.
There were at least four years of an official drought, and we were dying without Rain. And have you noticed how brown my lawn had been, and how green it is now? O Sunshine, I'm sure you would agree, that there is nothing more beautiful than green shined upon by you.
O yes. We all can smile now and shout, “California Rain!” But Just remember Sunshine; without you, the is no “California Sunshine”
02042016cj Job 5:10
Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2016
why do you fall today?
you disturb me and the kids at play.
But i like when you fall,
for the music you play.
Green too is happy,
when it feels you come.
Many sometimes are scared,
for the light and sound you make.
When it gets too sunny,
we call upon the rain.
When it gets too rainy,
some places are in pain.
Rain, rain, rain,
it is your season again.
Copyright © joseph efite | Year Posted 2011
The wind roared to the sun
The sun boasted about onto the flowers
The flowers dodged the bees
The grass said "Ouch!" every time my feet trampled upon it
Wind told me it was feeling under the weather
While the rain got offended and came down on it hard
Bullied it back beyond the clouds
The clouds stood as one
And filtered the whole sky
Marching coast to coast
Waving a plain white flag
Beckoning the bashful sun to show again
The sunshine has gained a courage
And told the rain to get lost
The rain cried gently as its last stand
Flew far west where he might be more appreciated
The flowers waved goodbye for their petals were soaked
The bees came back to suckle more
But the wind stomped in hard and blew them away
The sun finished having his garden party
But grew tired and lowered himself down for the night
Moon walked galantly past
Ushered by his obnoxious stars
They twinkled and sparkled conceitedly
While the Night let open how his day had gone
Copyright © shane solomon | Year Posted 2011
let it rain acid tears let the kiss
of death take the life of anyone
it comes so swift then goes the
same way the only chance to cheat
your own death is your will to fight
and your will to live with your
loved ones when the chains of death
comes down on some they let
self pity carry them away and slip
away into a sweet surrender of
eternal sleep so makes jokes about
what they dont understand or are
scared of what will you do when
the time comes for your own
moment of truth let it rain acid
tears and burn the flesh right off
your very own bones then slowly
dissolve bones and brains you have
when it starts let the kiss of death
come and take away the pain and
guilt of what you have done to me
you are thinking when do these
chains come off and set me free
but in the mean time the chains
are rusting and turning your
skin and bones into nothing
Copyright © Amber Stratton | Year Posted 2011
Drip drip drips
He kisses her lips
From the top of her head
Down too her hips
Entwined in their sips
They tighten their grips
Immersed in each other
Willful lost ships
Copyright © olillio B1 | Year Posted 2016