I'm leaving now, but here is a reminder
'Twill bring to you the days we walked through rain
So when you wish to feel my hand in yours
Or stroke your dripping hair-- Then kiss the rain
Though leaving now, I wish I could be with you
So when you feel o'erwhelmed with grief or pain
And long for my caress upon your face,
The rain will touch instead-- So kiss the rain
Whenever you have tho'ts of this sad parting
And salty tears your lovely cheeks do stain
To feel the tears for you I'll surely have
Do this, and I will too-- Go kiss the rain
Whenever you are longing for my presence
And times that we went strolling down the lane
I'll whisper soft endearments on the breeze
So heed the sighing wind-- And kiss the rain
If ever you should pine to hear me speaking
The thunder might burst forth with glorious main*
While drops that fall are sure to be my tears,
To feel them wet your skin-- Just kiss the rain
* Power or Force
The gentle music flows
from every drop of rain,
as it just lightly taps
against my window pane.
The wind begins to whistle
it's own melodious song,
while the wind-chimes
dance and play along.
The soothing sounds cast open
the windows and doors.
I close my eyes and breathe.
The energy surrounds me as my spirit soars.
I hold out my hand and feel the raindrops
as if they were at play.
My breath now quickened with emotion.
I taste the rain on my lips as I embrace the glorious day.
The curtains blow inward
the breeze itself is warm,
my mind is so peaceful
in the calm before the storm.
The sky's voice trembles
from above a darkening cloud,
as the rolling thunder
speaks it's thoughts aloud.
The thunder awakens
the flash of light.
The part of nature
that sends some to flight.
I chose to embrace the power of nature
in the earth and sky.
And bask in the wonder
that fills my eyes.
The rain seems to be letting up
as it puddles on the green grass,
and the once powerful winds
are now calming down at last.
The gray clouds are parting
and a bright rainbow forms,
proving that something beautiful
can come from such dangerous storms.
My eyes close and I breathe
in the scent of the cleansing rain.
The brilliant hues of the rainbow
dance in my mind where I feel no pain.
The sun peaks from behind the clouds
just to say hi.
I feel the warmth against my face
as I view the beauty with a sigh.
Written by: Kelly Deschler & Nature Boy
For Jared Pickett's contest - "Collaboration"
The rain outside my door
Its talk, a calming effect
Upon my restless spirit, implores
the need to reflect.
The rain, drenching the moors
Its pounding upon rocky crests
Like the clapping of hands, soars
Upon the senses, dissolving stress.
The rain inviting me outdoors
Its plead to leave the comfort of concepts
Exchanging the warmth of safe indoors
For the dramatic cold of clarity, intercepts.
The rain, cleansing a downpour
Its relentlessness stripping the walls erected
Around the damaged heart, explores
Upon new possibilities, wider directed.
The rain, beckoning a force
Its puddles upon my feet impress
With childlike laughter, a dance extorts
Revving the spirit, the genuine soul expressed.
copyright © 02.06.10
(this is a type of quatrain called Swap Quatrain,
wherein the fourth line of each stanza
is actually the first line, just swapped around)
Another Time, long long ago,
there was no Rain; there was no Snow.
No reason was there, and no rhyme
long long ago, another Time.
A desert only, lifeless land -
boulders, pebbles, grains of sand;
hot and windswept, barren, lonely
lifeless land; a desert only.
From Sky was tossed one day, a seed
onto this land so much in need,
whose dreariness would soon be lost.
One day a seed from Sky was tossed.
In Sun’s bright heat, the small seed grew
until an egg it changed into.
It needed only moisture sweet.
The small seed grew in Sun’s bright heat.
Sky clapped loud sound; a bird appeared.
The egg was pulsing as she neared.
White feathers fluttered to the ground.
A bird appeared; Sky clapped loud sound.
As Rain came down. . . A sudden change!
The bird turned into something strange -
A lovely girl with feathered gown!
A sudden change as Rain came down.
With Rain’s soft fall, the egg had burst.
Emerging from the egg came first
One horse, then two. Fantastical!
The egg had burst with Rain’s soft fall.
The horses grew beneath big Sun.
They thrived; with Rain they were as one.
Along with her, like Wind, they’d run.
Beneath big Sun, the horses grew.
Twin beasts and Rain, that dry land’s three
became a new world’s trinity.
And with them, green and springtime came.
That dry land’s three: twin beasts and Rain.
With so much spring, with Rain’s pure grace
came poetry into that place.
Bright flowers bloomed when she would sing
with Rain’s pure grace, with so much spring.
Variety, the needful thing,
Rain prayed out loud for Sky to bring.
And so was born for her to see:
the needful thing, Variety!
Then came down Snow from up above.
This counterpart was Rain’s true love.
When white Snow ebbed, sweet Rain would flow.
From up above, then came down Snow.
Sweet Rain, white Snow, atop each horse,
still ride the land and set the course
of when their seasons come and go.
Atop each horse, sweet Rain, white Snow.
By Andrea Dietrich
Inspired by A Rambling Poet's Contest:
"Rain: the Story"
today it stormed inside the house
while outside it was sunny and warm
it thundered and rained so very hard
it was no ordinary storm
the winds they raged in every direction
and made the rain fly and not fall
some rain few upward through the wind
in the cyclones many claws
then the calm of the storm finally came
i could see the sun so calm and new
it was just like a day in spring had come
except for the damages that storms do
but suddenly again the tempest it raged
the wind seemed to blow out the other end
i'll hold on tight with all my strength and might
knowing my storm is you
Because of the weather, the game was rained out.
Baseball is something many of us can’t do without.
It’s the only sport we get to see throughout the summer.
When the game is postponed, it usually is a bummer.
For a few lucky cities, they can close the roof up top.
When playing indoors, rain will not make the game stop.
However, in most cities, they have to play outside.
When the rain comes down, there is no place to hide.
It doesn’t matter if your seats are in the lower or upper deck.
If the game is called, they will only give you a rain check.
You have to go home if the teams do not play.
Just come back when the game is rescheduled another day.
Why sit and worry over things,
That seem to happen daily;
Little things that come and go,
That just annoy us, really?
Why get angry over certain things,
That those around us do;
'Cause people make mistakes sometimes,
And life's too short to stew,
O'er things that sometimes come about,
Without a soul to blame,
'Cept Happen-stance and Circumstance,
For want of other names.
To fume and worry constantly,
Makes mind and body sicken.
It doesn't solve a single thing.
It takes the joy from livin';
For God has deemed that rain will fall,
On fair and foul alike,
And what can grow without the rain,
As well as warm sunlight;
So take the rain and praise the Lord,
For sunlight and for showers,
And thank Him every day that dawns,
For blessings He's made ours.
"BUT I SAY TO YOU, LOVE YOUR ENEMIES, BLESS THEM THAT CURSE YOU, DO GOOD TO THEM THAT HATE YOU AND PRAY FOR THEM THAT DESPITEFULLY USE YOU AND PERSECUTE YOU; THAT YE MAY BE THE CHILDREN OF YOUR FATHER WHICH IS IN HEAVEN; FOR HE MAKETH HIS SUN TO SHINE ON THE EVIL AND THE GOOD, AND SENDETH RAIN ON THE JUST AND ON THE UNJUST."
In other words be grateful what you have and don't sweat the small stuff.
Everybody has problems, you ain't unique.
Out of the blue
And into the grey
As the clouds roll by
The sun goes away
As the rain settles down
And washes the air
Tomorrow will be
Light, crisp and fair
Puddles on the road
Mud in the driveways
And grass that is wet
Such are summer days
The sound of the drips
Of rain drop splashes
The rumbles above
And lightning flashes
The chill that it brings
A cool from the heat
Making life fresh
And the air smelling sweet
Then the rain goes away
And the sun peeks out
The kids run outside
And jump, and scream, and shout
Out of the grey
And into the blue
The clouds are all gone
The day's bright and new
Pitter patter, drip, drop, it’s not an April shower
Drip, drop, drip, drop raining hour after long hour
Suddenly the sun streaks through, javelins of sunlight
Then back to pitter, patter, and rain throughout the night.
In and out of doorways, trying to stay dry
Thunder crashing the Queens dead, the country seems to sigh
Edward the happy monarch will rule with fun from now on
Rain, rain, it never stops crying for the Old Queen is gone.
The sun breaks through the London grey, it sparkles on a tree leaf
Drops still dripping slowly, displaying all their grief.
Happy times are coming, skipping down the London streets
Children playing hopscotch, while the bobbies are on the beat.
A blossom opens a leaf unfurls, breathes the rain drops in
The first sup of clean water in these london streets so grim.
Pitter, patter, feel the rain - dodging in and out of doorways
Trying to keep dry in the summer rain as one does always.
The ringing of the bells, Big Ben strikes the hour
A begging hand from a pile of rags huddled in the shower.
The old queen is dead and gone, but wanders through her city
Looking left and right, she shakes her head in certain pity
Through London town she wanders where dirt and grime abound
She’s searching for she does not know - until it she has found
The thunder crashes the rain pours then drips slowly to an end
The queen is dead long live the King she prays his ways he’ll mend.
Entry for Tracie's Anything goes competition This is a Poem I have just done for a Magazine about when Queen Victoria died.
Circular round, quite over and over
Raindrops fall rightly into the puddle
Grey as the darkest color except night
Making the mind to become quite muddled
The purest of reflections disturbed here
Through the puddle it is shown now aligned
Grandest creation put at a small scale
It remains still when perfectly designed
Great puddle reflects the world above it
Only interrupted by a few drops
They are a blessing to view, heaven sent
Made for enjoyment, boys in them to hop
Silver surface suggests sure royalty
Abundance of delight, marvelous light
Reflected off the surface of water
Brilliant and beautiful even in night
No matter how grey the sky is above
Puddles collect raindrops quite lovingly
Making ripples to flow from end to end
Rain creates an aura and is friendly
Opens the heart to the beat of a drum
Leaving the feeling of awe before me
No part of nature put forth projection
Life that is important and surely free
Summer brings floods of feelings to surface
An impressive time period done shown
Having light shine down completely around
Very warm with everything fully grown
There’s one piece of the season that shows dark
Summer rains, warmly falling on the ground
However warm, storms are greatly enforced
Nothing seems as dark, the sky is sure found
Lightning, bright and fearfully striking down
Hurling its mighty electric life force
Bringing its painful terror to true light
The rain from the clouds, come from its high source
I know the storm comes in as a lion
June seems to be stormy and rainy time
A horrible scary time seems secure
Fits into some time of day, like noontime
Storm comes in very harshly, all about
Direly people scurry to find shelter
Summer rain is not the best event here
Rain is surely a large storm, a basher
I look at times passing, enlightenment
Knowing the summer might just be the best
Even with summer rain, it’s wonderful
Rain might be huge, but the summer has zest
Entrant into Judy Konos's "Searching For Summer" contest
Tip tap splitter splatter ,
Goes down the rain ,
Flying down with a clatter ,
Creating brooks along the lane …
From the dark , fluffy clouds ,
Descending with the breeze ,
Exciting the overjoyed crowds ,
Swaying along with the trees …..
Splashes in the cool puddles ,
Muddy footprints of toddlers and teens ,
Accompanied by the pleasant sounds of guggles ,
And happy faces with wide beams …
It is a blessing , a form of love ,
No frowns , no sorrow , no hatred , no harm ,
Just healing the pains , smoothening the rough ,
Because nature is at its best charm ….
Rain is gently falling now
it’s been a real long day…
Didn't get a whole lot done
sometimes it’s just that way…
Hours pass into the night
and thunder starts to roar...
Lightening paints the sky above
the rain begins to pour...
Think I’ll read a book tonight
sit near the fireplace…
Pull the quilt up over me
a pillow just in case…
After I woke up this morning, I saw
I walked whilst the rain poured down on my head
I for sure loved running within each drop
I kiss the rain, blessings I held instead
The rain flowed down on my body, around
Blending with my being all that I am
I hold the rain in the palm of my hand
There’s so much rain, I do love her, madam
She leaves such an imprint onto my hand
A feminine form bolstered onto me
Signaling a born love of the warm rain
Something that I have always loved completely
I kiss the rain, as if I’ll never see…
Like I’ll never see rain ever again
Holding the lovely droplets near my heart
It’s the best feeling that has ever been
Entrant into Gail Angel Doyle's "Kiss The Rain" contest
This rainful haze but coldly dance
atop that meekly warmth of eve
a fancy frozen of a hum
of feast and drink, we drown and live
and half about our highly walls
the windows keep the tease of dew –
our roads run up some busied halls
of damning damp, of dulling old
and nightly drumming men of rain
a crowd we are of wont by sleep
our prance in wet a holy sight
your calm, a godly icing breathe
but we both know the sins of gray
that dance we hear is opt to fade
I am no moon, nor sun, nor day
for ours is but, romance of rain.
August 18, 2012
Philosophical what does that mean?
Calm in the face of difficulties unseen
Maybe I should philosophise
Discuss in a philosophical manner, what a surprise…
Philosophy, the study of the meaning of life and knowledge on life’s outlook
Nah, not into that I’d rather read a good book
Haven’t got time to philosophise or speak philosophy
Just got time to throw some words out for you to read with me.
Feeling a little glum the weather is depressing
But does the rain really wet you, if no ones out there dressing?
Did the tree make a noise when it fell in down in the wood
Who cares I wasn’t there so it doesn’t do me any good.
Worrying about this or that if you are not around to hear it
Life’s to short my good friend lets live it a little bit
Tress may fall and rain may tumble, but life still goes on
So no more philosophy for the day, it's time I did get on
© 29/08/2012 ~GG~
grey sky day no chance of light
teardrop rain beats down
thoughts now finally taking flight
smile that hides the frown.
melancholy dreary day
surrenders soon to dark
desperation here to stay
leaves such a painful mark.
There’s a pitter patter sound like a pout
From swiftly moving water all about
There’s an image, a surely intense sight
Where light moves reflectively all the night
Wrapping a shawl on you for protection
Seeing moisture down the intersection
The soothing rhythm abounds all around
This movement barely makes even a sound
The awesome motions which is created
By the great skies love, passion elated
Joy is fulfilled thru the streets of the town
This timepiece brings ecstasy not a frown
Contest: Rain, Rain, Rain
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Listen to the sound the rain makes,
As it drums out it's own special tune;
Tapping a mystic melody,
On windows and roof tops and dunes;
Lulling the weary traveler,
And soothing the cares of the day,
Calming the troubled spirit,
And chasing my blues away;
Pattering 'gainst my window,
It chases away my frown,
As with warm cup of tea and a blanket,
I hurry to get settled down.
Outside the rain patters merrily,
Inviting me,"Come out and play.",
Inside I'm cozy and comfy,
I'll go out some other day;
For now I'll enjoy the music,
On roof top and window panes,
All comfy and warm I'll sit here and watch,
As rain drops play little games;
Scurrying 'cross my window,
And making small rivers and streams,
As children in bright colored rain coats,
Chase paper boats through my dreams.
The firelight glows orange
the sky is a dark grey
just another typical
relaxing rainy day
droplets pitter patter
on the windows glass
the only sound to be heard
as I watch the hours pass
wrapped in cozy blankets
is how those days are spent
with my poetry before me
you'll find I am content
caught up in my writing
with steaming soup on hand
and wrapped up warm and cozy
those rainy days are grand
the firelight glows orange
the sky is a dark grey
just another typical
relaxing rainy day
Written January 10, 2013
By Morgan Mise
Some folks like to complain
And are very fickle
They fume when rain is falling
And fret at a mere drizzle
Wild birds and animals
They all need the rain
Which gives them water
For their lives to sustain
The plants and the trees
And all the lovely flowers
For them to grow and flourish
They also need the showers
The food crops that are grown
To provide food for us all
Each of them would perish
If the rain did not fall
So please think of these things
Before you start complaining
And creating a lot of fuss
The next time rain is falling
In the nighttime hours there’s sweet melody
Droning of rain falling down on the ground
In the middle of fall, great time of year
Contains silence of silver all around
The moon beams his pride down on us tonight
The autumn night, cool and crisp, surely glows
Beautiful looks shine in on the light rain
The night brings us peace like only it knows
tracing drops that scatter shoot
down the bedroom pane.
humming head I can't refute
that bed she calls my name.
fighting slumber gallantly,
I need to write some verse.
my eyelids dying valiantly
yet insomnia is my curse.
For every drop of rain that falls
From the heavens up above
A beautiful flower bursts forth with life
A testament to eternal love
It's a symbol of perpetual devotion
A tribute to that age old appeal
In the very truest sense of belonging
Each day the signs are revealed
“Amazing” a word that's often used
To try to describe this evolution
It's the way it's been since time began
The supreme consummate solution
For every drop of rain that falls
The world is refreshed and renewed
Followed by a rainbow of glorious colour
Giving earth its gorgeous hue
© Jack Ellison 2013
When love first was new
When I first heard love’s bell
When the whipping wind first blew
That’s when the rain first fell
When love poems were first penned
When she first neared
Alas the rain didn’t end
And the clouds never cleared
When laughter was shrill
When smiles never faded
When love first became nil
Since silence invaded
When afternoons first met the moon
When our song seemed so splendidly right
When secrets soured a temptress’ tune
When a silken bow bedecked day bowed to an empty night
When love first felt free
When doves first took to fly
When dreams first couldn’t be
When her first hello became her final goodbye
© 2012copyright PHREEPOETREE …~free cee!~
Rain is so refreshing.
on a real hot summer day.
I like to dance and sing.
all my cares away.
I splash and I splish.
and I jump and I run.
I pretend I'm a fish.
It 's great summer fun.
mud is dripping from my feet.
my clothes are saturated.
playing in the rain is such a treat.
That I am glad that God made it.
When the rain has ended
and the air is cooler and still.
I thank God cause he sended
me a great summer time thrill.
Written by Treasa Jarvis 7/16/2011
contest: Best rain poem
Peering through the lattice chains
Of transformed lucent windowpanes;
The pelting water blurs my view
Of lights down on the avenue.
Racing droplets filled with light,
From flashing neon signs at night;
All sparkle, bubbling up like soap,
As jewels in a kaleidoscope.
Pounding torrents fast then slow,
That splatter, splashing to and fro;
Cause panes of glass to smear and streak,
While moisture levels reach their peak.
Then passing on, the shower goes,
With all its dazzling diamond shows;
And, as the raindrops disappear,
The view again grows plainly clear.
The raindrops gently falling now
a pause to this long day
Hypnotic sounds are luring me
to places far away
A healing balm for this old soul
I soon begin to yawn
Its power now possesses me
to slumber I am drawn
The sea and mist
Have lightly kissed
The shore again
And all points when
I take my bow
To heed the stern
The sea again
By ocean yearn
And rain my face
In transient place
To sea again
An algae lace
I turn to see
The rain is gone
My love forlorn
She tells me not
Like storm before
When we began
Or when it tore
Surprise to me
Upon its end
Do I refresh
Or never mend
Celestial weeping - angel tears,
pouring from Arcadian spheres,
liquid sunshine from Gods own eye,
I kiss the rain as clouds drip dry.
Rich pearly drops - heavenly bliss,
quench the fire of my souls abyss,
crystalline rills that gush from high,
I kiss the rain as clouds drip dry.
Gentle runnels - watery grace,
baptise my body and my face,
raising my head up to the sky,
I kiss the rain as clouds drip dry.