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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
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.
Stone black is the park at will
But cool is the night
That gleams across a lone hill
Oak decked in white
With moistened twigs nearly bare
Clinging the pond
Windblown by misty air
Tells me I am bound
For one early morning rain
Languid in repose
Pounding on an incised pain
Bench without a rose
This heart trickles as it sits
A throb that heaves
For drenched flower that wilts
Upon dark moon’s eaves
Oh the park knows my longing
Tasting all seasons
That drape souvenirs’ mourning
In rain and reasons
*inspired by the title of Lightfoot's song,
"Early Morning Rain"
by nette onclaud
Francine Roberts’ Write Me a Lightfoot Poem
Storm clouds gather over the mountains
The day suddenly heavy and dark
The graveyard murmurs old songs
Totems and headstones standing stark
Native artists gave the spirit world voice
Gods of nature speak though their art
Wings steadily raised in supplication
The spirit world and man not far apart
The raven knows of the other world
He calls out to those left behind
"Prepare for the cleansing rain coming
Death comes to the body, not to the mind"....
Barbara Gorelick 8/18/11
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
OVER RAIN RAINBOWS REIGN SUPREME
Glimpsed from an isolated island was freedom afar
Afar yet ever closer than the nearest star
There were tall green trees amidst supple and serene scenarios
Never a winter’s frost nor ever a freeze of ferenheit zeroes
From afar I espied a land with arms opened wide
Yet I was deemed damned and defied
then denied by the detriment of stagnation
With assignation resigned to and reigned over by an abomination
Freedom afar flaunted its finery with forests filled by fancy feathers
Multicolored rainbow wings of grace and bells that ring of fair weathers
Coconuts, cocoa beans and chicken coco van
Where freedom is found for a most fortunate man
Alas, within the arms of an island was I stridently stranded
While with freedom flew those rainbow wings that ever so gracefully landed
Lest that island free my soul would its determination not reach its goal
And I would be willed to woe and worry on the whole
Yet stood afar a fantasy by night shone well its neon light
And I to only imagine such of freedom’s flight
Futile it would be to fight and flail my arms against the tide
Having been so efficiently denied and thusly defiantly defied
And still afar stands a forest with its rainbow wings aglow
As I upon an island stand with no freedom e’re to know
Nor a choice as to where and how I should one day go
on an island where wicked winds are withered not to blow
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