Christian Rain Poems | Christian Poems About Rain

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Details | Acrostic |

Under My Umbrella

U nder My Umbrella,
N eeding protection and relief.
D etermined in life to be made complete.
E verlasting Father,
R endering my life underneath, Your cover.

M y Umbrella,
Y our mercy granted through God's, Son.

U mbrella,
M ade to use for my own protection in sunshine or rain.
B eneath the shadow of my umbrella there remains,
R easons the umbrella is simply unique.
L ovely for a sunny day, made complete.
L ong days of rain or in the days of sun rays.
A dds to a day, Under My Umbrella...Under the shadow of His wings.  

Copyright © Cinda Carter | Year Posted 2014

Details | Personification |

Just Call Me Mr Spy

Just Call Me Mr. Spy


I’m from an ancient world, and we have never met, and never will.
However, much like presently, in my day, people lived for the thrill.

I experienced that world’s greatest tragedy, and lived to tell the story.
I am not the bravest, smartest, or most beautiful; but I made history.

People of old loved and laughed, and also ate and drank to the fill.
They bought and sold, not worrying about who would pay the bill.

They fell in love and married; and separated, adulterated, and fornicated.
They detoured from their ancestors’ standards, and greatly deteriorated.

Yes, they were civilized sometimes, but also immoral and very violent.
It’s predicted that your world will be just like mine, before the Second Advent.

They were liberated, sophisticated, and also educated in their own way.
They were warned, but never bothered to change, until a deluge came one day.

There was an old man with a wife and three sons, who also had wives.
They worked hard and loved everybody, but also lived good and clean lives.

I know all these things because I was there, observing and raising my family.
That is, until the old man brought me and others into a big boat he built for his family.

You see, I was Noah’s raven, and was blessed to go on that world’s greatest trip.
And you can call me Mr. Spy, because I was the first one to leave the big ship. 

03042016 PS Contest, A Tomb of Ancient Bloom, Justin Bordner

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Before a rainbow appears there must be a little rain

Before a rainbow appears
there must be a little rain
Before we find true love
we must have a little pain
you might run away from your problems
but your problems still remain
you have to leave the past behind
before you can make a change.

To travel through life successfully
you have to accept life is no bed of roses
and you have to ride the storms
see problems as a challenge
you can learn from
take the bull by the horns.

You can't rely on others
to give you a helping hand
and get on
you may have won a battle
but there maybe a war to overcome.

Life is for living
and serving God up above
to thank him for all he has done
and his love.

Don't put off until tomorrow
what you can do today
or one morning you may wake up
to find it's too late
your old and grey.

Peter Dome.copyright.2012.

Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2012

Details | Lyric |

Rain Man

we got a lot of rain man's wearin ray bands tryin to shake hands
with baked fans it a staged plan to get carly rea pants in front of a video tape.
stumblin mumblin bumblin fools trying to get paid
To say f this chick and f that one
whatever absurd word that flows right off of this tongue
got a dirty mouth, here is some orbitz gum
im sweatin bullets and i cant even afford a gun
but its so free if i want to abort my son then take his lungs
so i can be one hundred and forty one
and be here to see the thwarting of the sun

mr. obama who've worn out your welcome
But what do I know? I'm this republicun
who thinks all  girls and boys should become
either a monk or nun and never cum
and pay for all of our condoms and pregnancy prescriptions
Or am I christian who cant have fun
because I know hun its wrong to drink coke and rums
till i am drunk and wait for the ring to get buns
then go condemn kids with weed and pokemon

And its sad to think this what our kids believe
cause this what they preach on the MTV
and  their  heart beat beats to each tweet and re-tweet
till a pick leaks online then they move on to vines
whatever better trend setter that stimulates the mind

Copyright © Mike Conway | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

Dark Christmas

3 am.
The alarm clock in my head wakes me with a 
silent clanging.
Outside, the rain is falling so hard. It sounds like someone's
trying to break into my room.
It's Christmas Day.
It might as well be August 25th because the conversation in my head has not changed
since then. "You are a piece of shit."
I think of things I need to worry about, things I've worried about since August 25th and way before that.
My anxiety runs through my veins like hot chemo.
I stagger to the living room and stare at the half-decorated Christmas tree ...
gold balls weighing down one side. Empty green takes up the other. Oh, there are two figurines of kittens that I bought at a garage sale in Staten Island in 1998.
God. 3:10 am.
A whole day to spend by myself.
Not a fake friend in sight today, with their banal conversations about picking up their laundry or meeting at the gym at whatever time to do arms or back.
Just as well; I get a blank stare from them when I want to talk about chasing happiness or being childless at 53.
The TV is my savior. It pulls me out of myself.
Bing Crosby comes on singing "White Christmas." He's dancing
with those two impossibly shiny bleached blondes. And they all have those white, almost blue American teeth -- not one out of place.
12 pm.
I wake up on the couch and "White Christmas" is still playing; it must be a marathon.
Outside, the rain has turned to snow and there are two messages on my phone -- from Christian friends inviting me to their houses for the day.
It's tough being a Buddhist on Christmas. OK, so I know, as the Buddhists say, everything is OK as long as I let it be OK.
But this is one day of the year I don't want to "be."
I consider whether to shower. It takes 10 minutes to decide. I let the hot water run down my back, and I don't know if it's burning from the water or my nerve endings.
I don't want to face Christmas - but I have decided to join life and go to Cory's to see his kids, stare at the tree and eat some turkey.
I decide to take a Xanax, and I stick one in my pocket as assurance.
Maybe some of this gloom will yet lift from my heart.

Copyright © don munro | Year Posted 2012

Details | Lyric |

In The Rain

Written June 6, 2013

The preacher read the gospel
And we sank into our tears
Tearing down the curtain
We've been behind for all these years

A baby leaves its mother
An angel drops its wings
Leave me bound against the wall
Dangling by a string

Sitting by the window
Hoping she'll remember me
Sitting by the window
Contemplating memories

Resolve your inhibitions
And you'll find me in the garden
Where the flowers drink champagne
And God is in the rain

Copyright © Brandon Carter | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose Poetry |

Rain the Clouds

bring home a sweet memory in every doing
leave back nothing but take them home
a saviour waits in your midst never forget
take them all back home where they belong

from your heart to your soul its always yours
no matter when your time is right home surely is
no matter how far yet with a hope they wait
all for a home one waits, like a rain and a cloud

nothing breaks it apart day or nightfall it comes
even sometimes to a surprise like a thief at night
do not forget take all back home on a Calvary hill
where it all begin waiting to take you home

peace and security, love and joy
free at will in his arms as he waits
remember your heart alone it matters most
for its you and for you like rain and clouds

never leaving you out of his sight, a sinner or not
it doesn't matter only your heart to draw you home
give it all you have till you have no more
its all free for now just take me home.

Copyright © Dr. Paneer Selvam | Year Posted 2013

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A Little Rain


I was happy as I could be, and things were going right for me,
Then a little rain came into my life, a little bit of pain and strife,
A little rain came into my life; the sun now I could not see.
Then I looked up into a tree and heard a bird sing out merrily,
“Oh, a little rain came into my life, a little bit of clouds and strife,
A little rain came into my life, and now I won’t thirsty be.”
Then I looked up in the sky, and sunshine now was greeting my eye.
Yes, a little rain came into my life, a little bit of pain and strife,
A little rain came into my life, but that was the best for me.
The sky so gray and fall of the rain of which I have so often complained
Is a message from the Lord above, a message of His wonderful love,
A message from the Lord up above that the sun will come shining again.
We all need sunny skies and the rain, we all need comfort and we all need pain.
When a little rain comes into your life, a little bit of pain and strife,
The little rain that comes to your life will follow with sunshine again.
When life becomes a stormy shore, when you think you’ll be happy no more,
When that little rain comes into your life, that little bit of pain and strife,
When that little rain comes into your life, just look up and trust in the Lord.

Music has been written to these words.

Copyright © Clarence Billheimer | Year Posted 2015

Details | Couplet |

A Rainbow In The Making

It's a rainbow in the making with its mist so cold and wet,
Like so many days of trouble when I worry and I fret,
All I see is pain and sorrow, like a cold and rainy day,
It's a rainbow in the making; all I need to do is pray.

It's a rainbow in the making, little child of Bethlehem,
Who was born inside a stable, then became the Son of man,
Healed the sick and cleansed the lepers, then was hanged upon a tree,
It's a rainbow in the making for the likes of you and me.

It's a rainbow in the making, Heaven's light is shining through,
Like a coat of many colours that is there for me and you,
And the love of God the Father is reflected in the beam,
It's a rainbow in the making from the throne of God Supreme.

It's a rainbow in the making, at its end a pot of gold,
It's a promise from the Father when our world is dark and cold,
No more floods of fear, temptation, or of lives out of control,
It's a rainbow in the making; through His grace we are made whole.

Copyright © David Pekrul | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

My Shadow

Blackness, a dark version of me, badness, negativity.

No matter how fast i run or were i run too your right behind me.

Even the brightest sun doesn’t destroy you, you only exist because of me.

All i know is when i face the darkness you disappear, but to only return when the sun rises.

Copyright © Gareth Smith | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

The Rain

If the skies don't shine so bright this day,
I know i can always pray;
worry i shouldn't, flee from those thoughts,
pray to my Jesus, pray to my Lord.

Droplets it will be, rain to avoid,
I am but human, not humanoid;
so pray i repeat, with hopes on the Lord,
bow my head low, rain it must not.

So till the next time, a miracle from God,
I accept my fate, I accept my lot;
for He is faithful, He answers my prayers,
rain it won't, rain it will not.

Copyright © John Leong | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |


I see the rain,
Dancing across the sidewalk,
Carefully placing each drop
One at a time,
They flow with each other,
Gracefully and in sync,
As a dance from the heavens
Praising the One who made them,
And as I watch them,
I become hypnotized,
Almost entranced,
By their beauty

Copyright © Alyssa Adams | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Un-Holy Thursday

I shared an inappropriate dream and I was told that I was going to hell.
My dream was about humility and servitude.
That rather than Jesus Christ washed the feet of the poor and unwanted he pissed on them instead.

In my dream it was raining piss and some have said that this could mean that people are worried about money troubles. My Uncle who has died was in my dream but he was a devout Catholic who would kill himself and suffer a worse sin if he missed any of the masses during Holy Week.  

But was he the Christ figure who pissed everywhere and said "so what" when I protest about his behavior. Why are the poor and lonely and mentally suffering only honored during the Holy Week.

If piss could be a blessing like rain.
When it rains it rains most of the year not only for one week.
Maybe hell could use a little more rain water.

Copyright © Mel Brake | Year Posted 2017

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The Pitter-Patter of Rain

The Pitter-Patter of Rain 

I sit here on the porch listening, 
Watching the rain in the night.
Pitter-patter on my roof, 
I thought about all I have gained,
Over all these years of life,

As all I have lost and gone,
As if water washed it all away,
Oh maybe it was all the people, 
And the circumstance that did,
Never to be found, 
retrieved nor replaced again,

The only thing to mend my heart,
 To fill the emptiness within me,
Is Jesus as He had promised,
As the rain kept falling into the night, 
as tears from my heart for you,

 As I was comforted by the pitter-patter,
As the footsteps returning, 
faces to see again,
Words left unspoken, 
now are able to be said

In this life there is only once chance, 
To fully make it right,
-       Resolution and completion    - 
Only you know when it can happen,

A presence in life suddenly washed away, 
Only to return in dreams, 
When my eyes have shut….
To the  pitter-patter of rain, 
Falling in the night.

Rev. Dr. Samuel Mack
Copyright  2017

Copyright © Rev. Dr. Samuel Mack OMS DD | Year Posted 2017

Details | Light Poetry |


Rain comes to all sinners and saints
As well as the sunshine
It all controlled by our Master
A power so divine
Storms and hurricanes come to all in this life
With very gusty winds and torrential rain
It seems we lose it all sometimes 
In our efforts to gain
What we need from the Lord
Deliverance, love, joy, peace
Wisdom, understanding, and knowledge
Some of feel at times it was waste of time 
And we went in debt in vain
Working towards degrees in college

But rain don't always wash away the good stuff
Especially when we let God be our shelter
I mean without rain there would be no growth
Sunny days are great but the sun scorches
We need the rain to wash away some impurities
And to cover our tears
To make us strong
In the midst of our fears

To cool us down when we get so mad 
And remind us to always be glad
Though it ain't easy to always smile
But we gotta remember that rain and storms only last a short while
Then we see our rainbow

Copyright © Shuntae King | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

The Rain On the Ground Are the Tears from Heaven in the Skies

Mother don't you cry now
Daddy has gone to the sweet by and by
And I
Sweet music I do hear from the angels, so dear
I can hear them singing, singing
And mother doesn't ask why father has a tear in his eyes
Mama why does he cry, it must be raining outside

The rain on the ground is the tears, is the tears from heaven from the skies
The rain on the ground is the tears, is the tears from heaven from the skies
For I too have a tear in my eye, my eyes
It must be rain outside for my clothes are trenched why
The rain on the ground is the tears, from the angels crying, crying we ask why
The rain on the ground is the tears, from the angels crying, crying about mankind

And when the dearly departed are sadden
After the sadness comes the pain after the clouds empty it rain
I can see it all so clear;

The rain on the ground is the tears, is the tears from heaven from the skies
The rain on the ground is the tears, is the tears from heaven from the skies
For I too have a tear in my eye, my eyes
It must be rain outside for my clothes are trenched why
The rain on the ground is the tears, from the angels crying, crying we ask why
The rain on the ground is the tears, from the angels crying, crying about

Written by James Edward Lee Sr.

Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2017

Details | Ottava rima |

Summer rain

At the time, the sun reached its highest peak
The first day, of the seventh month at noon
Clouds covered the Sky and began to leak
A pleasant treat, not a moment too soon
So many prayers were answered that day
To this day, it's called the shower of hope
The sky, a mysterious shade of gray
The very day, their fickle faith awoke
The heat had driven many souls insane
But that would change, thanks to the summer rain

Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2017

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Winter Rain

Oh, how this winter rain would glide along,
descending down the landscape’s bristly curves…
It’s waiting just for our “Come on!”,
but simply, no one’s there to say the words.

Beneath, through the November mist at last,
the color-yielding trees are quiet now,
renouncing their leaves and summer past
and pounding on the sky with bare boughs.

And thus renounced, we gather bitter taste
to ourselves, to our old addresses.
And so it falls again, but not that rain –
begotten, not created, of one essence.

Translated from the Bulgarian by Diana Stefanova

Copyright © Plamen Sivov | Year Posted 2017