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Rainbow Promise

He has announced his arrival. She waits,
Listening to the thunder cracking through
the layers of air. Looking at the lightning,
brightening and frightening the darkness away,
Lapping up the sweet petrichor that comes her way.
He gushes and rushes down to meet her.
In warm welcome, she opens up
to quench her unsatisfied thirst.
The twain meet and a silence follows,
As thick as the mist that envelops this inexplicable gloom.
Emotions flood the watery lane...
His constant showers drench her very soul...
New life awakens as old lives are cleansed, refreshed.
The earth has had her fill...
For now...
Slowly the gentleman rain recedes...
He will come...yet meet her...
With this rainbow promise, they part...

06/08/16  -- 123 words

Copyright © Jo Daniel | Year Posted 2017

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Rain Drop

It started high up in the clouds,
the moisture balling together until
it became a perfect tear drop hovering
then falling down, gaining speed.

Bumping into others amalgamating,
spinning dropping ever downwards.
Landing with large splash on a leaf
and trickling, running ever down.

Joining still as it flows on
over the edge to the ground.
The rain drop fell into a puddle
and spread out reflecting the sky.

Glistening, sparkling and pulsing
It follows the contours of the land
giving life to all as it passes  by,
relentlessly advancing with glee.

Not over yet, it flowed into a lake
now a vast body of water it continues
onwards, ever onwards. One day it
will return to the sky. That's another story.

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2014

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AMIDST POUNDS OF FORCE and FURY Conscious cold clouds sweeping, killing softly the suns bright, romancing evocatively with the winds, aghast it blows! Blows! Gray to black are the skies shadows. Shafts of light longer, they tantalize in between blows joined clear by a decibel bang! Frightened golden grains for harvest, helpless! They bend down and so are the piteous bushes, unashamed, waving their arms as if crying out for immediate rescue but no one is there... Drops to dagger liquid sequins fall heavily unto them nonstop. Amidst pounds of force and fury from the natural forces, I, glad to be cocooned by the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. Wrapped tight to his arms, my heart is soaking with contentment, his drizzling caresses flood my nerves, I am all giddy inside... ________________________________________________________________ ***Picture #2 6:00 pm, November 19, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2015

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Pennies from Heaven

Long after the drought
vast fields of parched earth
have waited with ears to the wind
Desperate with thirst and withered to rust
each breeze tosses dust to the sky

Then, thundering sounds, from the stomper of clouds
comes from deep from the girth of the hills
There are trampling sounds, and rain seeds are thrown
in answer to prayers, with requisite words
that roars to deafen their fears

In great anticipation, the sky becomes dark
and the spark of excitement is high
The sun becomes lost, and the pebbles of rain
fall to earth, tossed like bright silver coins

Hydration of air, is a gift from the gods
Invigorates, and awakens the sod
Precipitation arrives, and the world comes alive
Crystallization of hope and surprise

Sun-choked and thirsty, earth turns up an eye
grateful, at last, to the clouds in the sky
While Into green silk, comes a new stalk of grass
and raindrops are now welcomed home with applause

4/4/16  Originally For "Elements Part #3 Water
Sponsor Laura Loo, for Any poem written on April 4th/ 2016

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2016

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I Am Rain

I am Rain Falling from Above Blessing the Earth with Showers And my Love

Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2013

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you are the saver of our mother earth,

no life for us without you,

we are happy to see you,

you help greenaries to grow

even when we doesn't lend our hands,

you fill the well for our smile!

Copyright © mithulasri rajakrishnan | Year Posted 2013

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I Am A Wildflower

Out in the open meadow 
Swaying in the breeze
I am a wildflower 
Living a life of ease

The seed from which I grew 
Was blown here by the wind
It landed on the earth 
And that was my beginning

I am watered by the rain 
And fed by the earth
Each of them is dear to me
My life depends on both

I have two faithful friends
Who come to visit me
One is a pretty butterfly
The other is a honeybee

I feed them with my nectar
And then they fly away
I tell them to come back
On another day

I am bathed by the sunshine
Which makes my colours glow
It keeps me nice and warm
And also helps me grow 

My beauty is free for all to see
Even a little child
I love the life I am living
I enjoy being free and wild

wildflower - a flower that grows wild and free

I have added three more verses: (verses 4,5,6)
I had removed them to meet the contest requirements.

Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2015

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Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013

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dancing rain

the zones above gracefully open clouds heavy and light, moisture laden dark and bright it pours down a calming thunder raindrops, splish splash pitter patter dancing wonders flying from the skies and kissing the grounds tapping tunes fill the air waltzing in descending stairs cha-cha-cha down skipping steps leaving depth free to give

Copyright © njeri hunjeri | Year Posted 2015

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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

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Up there in the sky,
Holding on, on so high..
Where the banana 
shines and shies,
Smiling night after night
Giving ur light.

In the sad cloud,
Where tears are formed
And the thunder laugh 
out loud.
In bits and drops, it falls.

Then in the morning 
Where the dropped 
Marked mud against
The face of the earth.
Then children hopscotch
On the playground of 

15 Lines
 3 Stanzas

Copyright © Kessie Justice Amenyo | Year Posted 2012

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Birth of a Poet

The animals know better than us. The rain has never poured so loudly in a key so soft.
To the front, the sailing of city buses and mini vans cruising across in this weather makes the water underneath their tires sound like the street is crying out for 5 more minutes of sleep. Up above, the trees are protecting a nest of baby blue jays before they get washed away by the silence of their mother not being there. But with sky blue young spirits, and small empty stomachs, they keep hope alive in the fact that even children know storms and struggles don’t last forever.
Below the trees, nature has found a name to call it’s own. From the hole dug by the little boy next door, a family of three foxes have named human nature sanctuary, and burrowed their problems into the sediment to rest for a while.
To the side of the hole, a flock of ducks are swimming in the water with eyes open wide enough to where you can see their loyalty to love one another rushes wild.
To the right of the pond, caged up in a man made blanket, and lost in his own mind, is the boy. From what he remembers, last night was like a train accident; A head on collision of two people he could’ve sworn he saw holding hands just the other day. He hears the sound of plates shattering in C-minor, and the chorus of words that his parents screamed in F-sharp, so he imprisoned himself in his own bed sheets, accompanied by the courageous corduroy bear who he swears keeps hearing whisper “everything will be okay.”
It’s raining outside, and the crescendos of screams have been silenced by it’s peaceful security.
The boy, sleeps soundly now. The rain has protected his ears, and guarded his heart from being washed away by all of his nightmares.
He doesn’t care whether he wakes up. The baby blue jay, the resourceful fox and the brave little duck are all he wants to keep dreaming about.
Maybe he’ll run away into the rain? Or maybe into the arms if his mother?, whom he prays he can still recognize. To the left of his bed, he picked up the blank page of his coloring book and a crayon, and became a life long poet in that moment that morning. Taking a deep breath in, and giving a soft breath out, his first sentence was
“The animals know better than us.”

Copyright © Spenser Jones | Year Posted 2012

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Rain in May

Tears on the lilac ladies
water falling down on sleeping buds
mauve faces waiting for the rain to stop
drooping, sad heads shaking in the trembling breeze
pretty maidens still imprisoned under grey skies...

Copyright © valerie bellefleur | Year Posted 2010

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California Rain

California Rain
By Curtis Johnson

Hello Sunshine:

Everyone, including everyone, knows that you have been one faithful friend
You have graced our land with your Vitamin D, and granted pleasures at all the beaches.  Because of your magnanimous supply, the world is provided all kinds of fruits, nuts, and veggies

O Sunshine, I’m sure you took no pleasure in droughts, fires, and evaporating dams.  Perhaps you too sent up prayers for a little help from the clouds, to lessen the agony.  Anyway Sunshine, now that we have some relief, I didn’t want you to be ignored.

We are so happy that El Nino has come to California, and paved our land with rain.  I could not imagine a California without an abundant presence of you, Sunshine.  And to have Rain and you Sunshine, is such a blessing, especially in the same season.

There were at least four years of an official drought, and we were dying without Rain.  And have you noticed how brown my lawn had been, and how green it is now?  O Sunshine, I'm sure you would agree, that there is nothing more beautiful than green shined upon by you.                                               

O yes.  We all can smile now and shout, “California Rain!”                            But Just remember Sunshine; without you, the is no “California Sunshine”
02042016cj Job 5:10

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2016

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POETICALLY MIME The vast ash-leaden clouds are in tears again... The soggy tears like boxing fists - casting bruise and blues below. Unlike yesterday where they mirror gentle caress to branchlets and blossoms smiling in gratitude as they are showered free, the dust and dirt slithered to them were cleansed swept by the warm - cold kisses of heaven's cry. Condescending, blooming sunnier hues of greens, standing poised and aplomb amidst, respiring anew! Rainy days chant tunes of melancholy at times particularly to those who are lost. Alone. Afar. However, it has to happen for it is nature's rhyme. Let it be as heaven's cry a bosom of poetic mime. ___________________________________________________ POEM CONTEST: 265 REVISED to any form ANY THEME max of 20 lines ***9th Place*** SPONSORED by: Brian Strand Written January 21, 2017 @ 23:18 PM

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2017

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the rain will fall

the rain fall down
splashing on the ground
wiping away our bad day's
where all our troubles lay

Copyright © Crystal Wilkins | Year Posted 2008

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Oh rain! why do you fall today? you disturb me and the kids at play. But i like when you fall, for the music you play. Green too is happy, when it feels you come. Many sometimes are scared, for the light and sound you make. When it gets too sunny, we call upon the rain. When it gets too rainy, some places are in pain. Rain, rain, rain, it is your season again.

Copyright © joseph efite | Year Posted 2011

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Rumble in the Clouds

The wind roared to the sun
The sun boasted about onto the flowers
The flowers dodged the bees
The grass said "Ouch!" every time my feet trampled upon it
Wind told me it was feeling under the weather
While the rain got offended and came down on it hard
Bullied it back beyond the clouds
The clouds stood as one 
And filtered the whole sky
Marching coast to coast
Waving a plain white flag
Beckoning the bashful sun to show again
The sunshine has gained a courage
And told the rain to get lost
The rain cried gently as its last stand
Flew far west where he might be more appreciated
The flowers waved goodbye for their petals were soaked
The bees came back to suckle more
But the wind stomped in hard and blew them away
The sun finished having his garden party
But grew tired and lowered himself down for the night
Moon walked galantly past
Ushered by his obnoxious stars
They twinkled and sparkled conceitedly
While the Night let open how his day had gone


Copyright © shane solomon | Year Posted 2011

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Acid Tears Kiss of Death

 let it rain acid tears let the kiss
of death take the life of anyone 
it comes so swift then goes the
same way the only chance to cheat 
your own death is your will to fight 
and your will to live with your
loved ones when the chains of death 
comes down on some they let 
self pity carry them away and slip 
away into a sweet surrender of 
eternal sleep so makes jokes about 
what they dont understand or are 
scared of what will you do when 
the time comes for your own
moment of truth let it rain acid
tears and burn the flesh right off
your very own bones then slowly 
dissolve bones and brains you have
when it starts let the kiss of death 
come and take away the pain and 
guilt of what you have done to me 
you are thinking when do these 
chains come off and set me free 
but in the mean time the chains 
are rusting and turning your 
skin and bones into nothing

Copyright © Amber Stratton | Year Posted 2011

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Heavenly Tears

Dark clouds gathered in the west
the wind whipped and  howled
the sky shed thousands of tears
as hunger crouched on the ground below
 crying continued though out the afternoon
as the hungry bowls were fed
moist wet tears slowly subsided 
only to come rushing back again
these tears from the heaven
eventually ceased
satisfying the thirst of the land.


Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2017

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A Letter To Mr May


Dear Mr. May:

On Monday, in Northern California, it was 89;                                                                                   
On the 2nd, it was 91.  Today is the 3rd, and so far at 2:45 PM,                                                                                         it's already 91 degrees.  A cool down of 82 is the forecast for Thursday.                                                                           

Thanks for the relief of the heat, but why so little forecast of rain?                                                                     Kind sir, please don't think I'm complaining; I'm just wondering                                                                      
about the raining.  Please pardon me if it sounds like I'm ungrateful.                                                                               The rainy season has served us swell, and I am indeed very thankful. 

The pain of the drought is gone, and we have gained a lot of rain.                                                                       There's no doubt that the fall harvest  will overflow with waves of grain.                                                                                                                                                          
The birds and bees, flowers and trees, are just wonderful.                                                                                   The snow packs are great, and the reservoirs are more than full.

I anticipated your coming, but not with an entry of high heat.                                                                                     It is still Spring, and Summer will do well without your assist.                                                                                  
By the end of the day, my early vegetables were pleading with me.                                                                                   

Mr. May, I wanted to be among the first to speak to you about your showers.  It's a must, kind sir, because it's really tough to be greeted each day with a  90 plus. There is moisture deep down below; but we need the showers to muddy the dust.
05032017cjPS; Contest, May Showers, by Nayda Negron

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2017

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The rain

Rain dear, rain dear,
On your earth dear,
Animals are there because of you dear,
Elephants, lion, and reindeer.

Raindrops, raindrops,
Little silver rain drops,
Falling on the leaves rain drops,
Help in the growing of crops 

Shining rain, shining rain,
You’re a part of nature dear rain,
You’re our life dear rain,
That means you’re main.

Gleaming, gleaming,
If you’ll be finished, you’ll not be gleaming,
Then we’ll only see you in dreams that you’re gleaming, 
That means we would be dreaming

Copyright © Harshita Chaudhary | Year Posted 2017

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Clouds shed the sky
Sky is feeling shy

Providing a beautiful snap
Each with a silent gap

Now clouds started to rain
With droplets of water and showing their pain

Enriching the soil
With the waters coil

Blessed with the seeds again
As they came out of the soil without the pain

Small droplets on coming leaf
Seems so awesome without fear of the thief

The garden welcomes a new child
Soil itself feeds and wind becoming so mild

The plant shows its happiness around
Dancing in rain with a lovely sound

Rain felt lucky to provide the charm
Roots themselves feeling so calm

Hope to be a beautiful plant
With the wishes grant

Excited to give colourful flowers
Each with everyday's showers

Making a greenery, providing the shade
Having the blessings, nothing paid

Dancing with others
Having the feltless pain

This was the beautiful experience of a new plant
With an evening in rain

Copyright © Diksha Rani | Year Posted 2017