Cinquain Rain Poems

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On tin rooftops 
Wash away dirt and dust 
And broken gutters make a nice

On tin rooftops 
Encore of happiness 
Children splashing on flooded lawns

Copyright © Michael Dom | Year Posted 2013

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light and pure as petals
echo sweet, seraphic music

By Morgan Mise
Written January 22, 2013

Copyright © Morgan Mise | Year Posted 2013

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          Open Field - Visual 7

                 Bold tree
          Consumes landscape
      Cries on soft green carpet 
Tears rain on branches in the wind
               Grass sings

Create on 1/12/15 for – Andrea Dietrich’s “An American Beauty: Write Like Adelaide” Poetry Contest - (cinquain form 2,4,6,8,2 syllable count) 

Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2015

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Rinsed clean
yesterday's sun
tiptoes across the dawn
washed by last night's dream of rainbows

For Sara's Cinquain contest

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015

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Persistant, depressing
Falling, soaking, slipping
Dampness, happyness

Copyright © Jonathan White | Year Posted 2009

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Lovely downpours
To wet the world
In its love with Earth
Earth Green
                      Vrushani Thaker

Copyright © vrushani thaker | Year Posted 2010

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indigo sky
venting your anger
Blood rain lashing and

Copyright © Nigel Fawcett | Year Posted 2016

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droplet twins, drips and drops different, yet the same: drip a leak; drop means rain coming, both wet

Copyright © John Anderson | Year Posted 2017

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Now there it has begun, with March 
A soundless breeze it tunes to the
Melody of a fair weather feathered frtiend.
Looking skyward  I utter you are 
The answer to my every pain .

You call I come running.
The day is forming. when it 
Shows it falls a vicarious rain.
The rain, is short, its time cut as
Fair weather lay beyond the

Exit door  as long, the air remains
A simple spring with all its Buddings
And sparklings, I care not for my
Returning  it is spring!
The ground will be Moist.

Still I will live beneath the trees
And sleep on my bed of the 
Greenest grass nature has
Adorned with adored gardens
There I will drink the sweetest

Water poured from the Gods of
The highest plains I implore of
God remember my name.
I thirst for  the best nectar issued.
Replenish my worth!

I have taken refuge under your
Heavens and on the stillness of 
Your spinning earth, I wait with
Patients for your golden rain
Thinking golden rain will

Quench my mighty thirst
Make it rain, make it rain
A raindrop stings my forehead
The sky explodes with a sparkle
Of thunderous treasure for me and all


Copyright © VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER | Year Posted 2017