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Rain Personification Poems | Personification Poems About Rain

These Rain Personification poems are examples of Personification poems about Rain. These are the best examples of Rain Personification poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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I Am Rain



I am Rain Falling from Above Blessing the Earth with Showers And my Love


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rain

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!


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Rain-drops

There 
came 
the 
storm 
From 
the 
west,blowing 
And 
sweeping 
thro 
the 
Land 
of 
Owerri....              
People 
rushing 
to 
and 
fro, 
Looking 
for 
shelthers.        
Ladies 
falling 
from 
pencil 
Heeled 
shoes,alas! 
thud! 
Came 
the 
sound...... 
Splashing 
pool 
of 
water 
to 
Passers-
by 
drenched 
by 
Pelting 
sound 
of 
rain-
Drops.....children 
pelting 
Down 
the 
hill,looking 
for 
Rescue 
from 
the 
Unwelcome-
stranger.        
Blow! 
Blow!
thou 
gentle 
Wind 
from 
east,thou 
Saintly 
visage,disperse 
This 
un-
wanted 
guest 
From 
the 
west.                 
Allow 
folks 
feel 
the 
warmth 
of 
sun 
once 
Again!


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BLAMELESS


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
                                                tragically breeched   

and man remains ignorant
indifferent to these kindred drops

A thousand ripples               softly                 reaching
 





*Written May 28 2013


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Birth of a Poet

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.”


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When Angels Cry

The rain pours down wrecking the day you had planned, soaking through your firewood. Time 
and energy spent and wasted with this fall of water from the skies, looking up and imagine the 
angels cry. The rain washes and cleans away the filth and grim, but in the moment it seems to 
be only lost time; the hurt and pain that comes out with the rain, it goes on for days and seems 
it will never go away. You ever try to light a camp fire with wet wood? You keep trying for awhile 
hoping to have the wood catch and reward you with a warm fire, but after awhile you stop trying 
because you realize that not matter what you try its just not going to light. At the crossroads the 
Devil stands with a can of gasoline, waiting to make a deal. For a small price you can have the 
burst of flame you so desperately crave, in that moment you feel whole and complete with the 
warm arms of the fire reaching out to hold you tight. In time no matter how much gas you buy, 
the rain from heaven when angels cry will drown the flame; leaving you with nothing but shame 
that you sold out for a temporary flame. What is that price that is to be paid, so you can feel the 
warmth, but the gas quickly burns away leaving you standing in the crossroads with a price to 
pay. In my life I have learned it’s not the price you want to pay for the short lived flame, just 
hold on and in the new day the rain will go away.


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Rumble in the Clouds

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

 


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Acid Tears Kiss of Death

 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


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the rain will fall

the rain fall down
splashing on the ground
wiping away our bad day's
where all our troubles lay