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
I am Rain
Falling from Above
Blessing the Earth with Showers
And my Love
Copyright © john beharry
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
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
Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu
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
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
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
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
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
the rain fall down
splashing on the ground
wiping away our bad day's
where all our troubles lay
Copyright © Crystal Wilkins
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
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