Rain 3Rd Grade Poems | Examples
These Rain 3Rd Grade poems are examples of 3Rd Grade poems about Rain. These are the best examples of 3Rd Grade Rain poems written by international poets.
Some seeds are tiny,
Some seeds take flight so lightly.
They're carried by the breeze,
But they aim to seize
A spot in the land,
To establish a stand.
With a drop of rain,
They begin their campaign,
To sprout and to grow,
In nature's gentle flow.
Through leaves they reach for the sky,
With roots, they delve and lie.
Leaves and roots, they share,
From earth and from the air.
They gather their food,
Both water and sunlight, so good.
In future they'll strive,
To overcome and survive,
The challenges of weather,
Dry spells, and tether.
They keep reaching high,
And down below, they try,
To hold more ground,
To spread all around.
Seeds have now grown tall,
They stand strong and tall,
Spreading far and wide,
In nature's endless stride.
They do things on their own,
A life story, well-known.
A worm gets the idea of oscillation
and just moves—
aimless, dirt-laced, unbothered.
Regenerates its body.
Takes orders from nobody.
So I humbly approached a worm:
“Hey worm, you seem to know a lot about this specific area of town…”
She replied,
“I’m Squirmy the Wormy.
And everything you’ve lost—
was hidden inside.”
The rain poured.
She turned.
Kept oscillating.
I shouted,
“Wait! Where are you going?”
She stopped.
Did a 180° turn.
Stared me directly in the eyes
And said,
“Wake up.
You’re gonna pee the bed.”
Then vanished.
But damn, a talking worm?
That’s one of a kind.
The sky is blue, the blossoms pink,
A world of colors made to think
Of girls with bows and boys with toys—
Of butterflies and croaking frogs.
A little girl in lace and light
Will chase the wings of morning bright,
While laughter spills like summer rain
From fields that never know of pain.
A little boy with muddy feet
Will follow frogs through grasses sweet,
With daring eyes and tousled hair,
A heart that beats without a care.
But let them stray, let colors blend,
Let frogs and butterflies be friends—
For joy is neither blue nor rose,
But something deeper no one knows.
A child is more than what we see.
Let love decide who they shall be.
How protective the cool umbrella is !, You are a symbol of shelter or fashion, I wonder for your great endless service, Always keep and love you as my passion, A priceless mind is like an umbrella, They are most useful when they open and act, A true friend is like an umbrella, Beginning you are lady's thing by fact , You are designed to save person from rain , Has given subtle shade from the sunny sun,
Umbrella is a child of human brain, Is it a real tool to shield from sun, Kindness and humanity are your moral,
Please mend it before rain by an oral.
Dapper coachman frog wore his top hat with star power
He travels this route regularly, always at the thirteenth hour.
His steed is a caterpillar who hails from the Bigtown Bower.
He cringes sometimes, when there is a storm or hard rain shower.
When it rains I sing
I sing a beautiful lullaby
For my two little birds
And my greetings it conveys
Million of miles away
With million of drops I pray
So it could reach to the day
Glad to see you I will say
My little beautiful daughters
I have enough faith
That day will come and,
I will hold my two beautiful birds
And sing the song
That I sent the rain to sing
To my little cutie birds.
The happy drops of the rain
that irrigates the thirsty ground
Carrying the memory of every soul
In love with the rain they all sing
Rain gives water, water gives life
Life gives memories,
Memories engraved in each single drop
That makes me cry not because of the sadness
But the overwhelming joy like the million drops
The rain reminds me of the people
Not only the people but the smells also
The smell that reminds of the taste the tastes that carries ancient memories that are only found in each drop of the rain
Is not Christmas beautiful when wet?
Elmer loved the drip drip drip sound of April rain
Under comfort of a leaf umbrella, he heard the refrain
It reminded him of his childhood, he felt loved again.
His mother would have been extremely proud of him.
He looked in the pond and saw his old Uncle Jim.
Shimmy shim shim, he sang. “Shimmy shim shim!”
The Ever-Burning Flame
In my heart there is a fire.
It can never be put out.
Through rain or snow
Its light will glow.
This is without a doubt.
When I need support.
I go to my internal fort.
Whether warmth or heat,
It's on repeat.
I am the happy-go-lucky sort.
Thought my heart does not burn.
In fact, for the flame, it yearns.
When it flickers,
And lightly snickers.
My heart gets so stern.
So I wrote about this flame.
Confidence, its name.
So through trial and war
I'll always have more
And it'll always be the same.
Awake little drops at the break of day,
Fill the streams and rivers that are in your way.
Sprinkle the flowers and the green grass far and wide,
Oh beautiful you are as you dance from side to side.
Oh raindrops , here on my window pane,
Stretch your arms over every street and lane.
Fill the potholes as I watch them overflow,
Shout to the birds and seeds as they begin to grow.
Lovely raindrops you are such a beautiful sight,
Pit, patter on the rooftop as I lay awake tonight.
Waiting for the earth and trees to meet in mid air,
Awake little raindrops and spread joy everywhere.
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“probably if you were ready to go, you wouldn’t be here now.”
i am standing here
in the pouring rain
letting my clothes soak
before i leave you again.
i am so sorry for what i said
my words have meaning,
so please forgive my head.
i’d rather spend an eternity with you,
than with somebody else.
so please don’t leave,
because i mean everything i said:
losing you would be like
killing myself.
but if you want to go,
i’ll understand your request
i’ve destroy this love and everything else.
so just remember,
I’LL ALWAYS LOVE YOU
and i am so sorry,
for everything i’ve said.
North West Moons comes, heavy rainfall occurs
and the crops are submerged
North West Moons comes, heavy rainfall occurs
and the crops are submerged
North West Moons comes, heavy rainfall occurs
and the crops are submerged
Rain – Rain - Rain
Chandan Chatterjee
Rain Rain Rain
Everywhere it’s rain
Where you come from
Where you go
No one knows.
Small small oval drops
Have a great fun
From eight to eighty
Enjoy the cold wind
And wet with rain.
Rain Rain Rain
Where you come from
Where you go.
Every drop relieves us
From heat of summer,
Every drop encourages us
To straggle in life,
Every drop teaches us
To keep patience for better.
Rain Rain Rain
Where you come from
Where you go.