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Sonnet Rain Poems | Sonnet Poems About Rain

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Gentle Summer Rain

She writes about Fall's beauty in the rain 
The falling raindrops' dance ascribing thence 
Bespoken verse that lightens her refrain 
before the time they met - her steps commence. 

She listens to the soft and rhythmic thrum, 
her love turned to escape and cloudy string 
Where nimbus mistletoe fell, tears to become 
Their kiss of Autumn was symbolic ring. 

The first light cotton mists with summer rays 
While skyward cheerful laughs adorn the land, 
their ceremonial dance diffuses grays, 
affectionate embrace, where dreams expand. 

Upon September's sky the raindrops gleam 
With half of hidden Sun to laugh and beam.

--------- 8-29-13

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013

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Kiss the Rain

I stand here by the lakeshore, and I smell fresh honeysuckle as I kiss the rain. A memory that I cannot curtail wafts bitter sweetly to me, and again it’s May. . . the night you came to me by moonlight. The air was permeated by perfume from blossoms colored innocently white. But now it’s summer; yellow is each bloom. When plump upon the vines, sweet berries, red, will be swooped up by birds and carried away. I stoop to touch a stem. How soon has fled my flowered youth, and now this day chilled grey, I bow in downpour like the vines bent low while raindrops turn to tears and - glistening - flow. For the Contest of Gail Doyle

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013

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Dancing With the Rain

There came today a shower of delight, which pitter-pattered on my window pane. With youth’s exuberance, my mind took flight. Outside I ran, embracing April’s rain. How sweet its scent! My soul was filled with mirth, for I was truly living in the “now.” Upon my lips, I tasted earth’s rebirth as spring’s refreshment fell upon my brow. I paused nearby my ornamental pear, inhaling deeply, hearing skyfall’s sound. The world was singing; fragrance filled the air. I then began to twirl and twirl around. Oh, how I wish to feel that way again - so young and hope-filled, dancing with the rain!

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013

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A heart once filled with kindness and desire,
echoed the emptiness of lonesome days,
dampened by the rain to simmer the fire
that with eager passion once burned ablaze.

I cry out love‘s rain to feel hope once more,
to spark that flame to feel with compassion,
as in the past, another to adore,
to mend a broken heart; burnt and ashen.

Would she come to me if she heard my cries,
cries of rain pouring from a brittle heart.
Dry my crestfallen soul and tearful eyes,
with a promise never to be apart.

Come hither my dream to escape the rain,
fill my heart with love; make me feel again.

T.J Grén

Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2015

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I Love My State of Oregon

Oregon’s, wildlife, mountains, lakes, and bogs
Fields of green, awaken refreshed at dawn
Where salmon runs the rivers blue to spawn
Drawn wandering above the sea of fog   

Black-tailed and mule deer birth their newborn fawns
Where shaggy mane elks labor their spring calves 
Rustle sounds while they graze off open paths  
Wander under the full moon of predawn

Sea of umbrellas on rainy season
Fireplace frames warm sputtering ember flames
Snow cold, in fella’s embrace with no shame
Turning me into shades of pink  crimson  

Savoring the earth's nurturing labor 
Giving my heart to the verdant nature


My home for 36 years 

Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2016

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The Rain

Comes and it goes, sometimes more than other
times when you don’t want it to be there for you 
and it seems you‘re never destined to cover
the possessions you don’t need to but you go through

so much pain just to remain innately insane. 
Today I thought I saw the zenith of my dreams,
foolish me, as if the blind man can attain
visions of evaporated rain shaped like raceme 

still stained on my window left from morning’s tears.
Life hangs heavy on this half-lit horizon just beyond
the glass separating me from all that I’ve feared;
to turn all those small puddles into big ponds

containing something uncontaminated with doubt,
maybe those coming clouds can end this drought?

Copyright © Mike Butler | Year Posted 2011

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Spring Rain

The rain fell gently through the night
It tapped upon my window pane
Like friends from days of long ago
Who called for me to come and play
I listened for a child like voice
But only heard the cold wet wind
It moaned and whispered in my ear
Until it calmly died away
This call I will not answer now
I'll stay within my cozy den
I'll sit beside my friendly fire
And listen to the rain come down

And here I'll rest and dream and sigh
While nature plays her lullaby

(free flowing sonnet)

Copyright © Steven Mossburg | Year Posted 2010

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A Middle Ground, Please

(A Vondelet Sonnet Variation)

When clouds roll dark, the skies pour rain on rain,
as angels whisper crimson, blue and green
to bring a Spring of promise, wild with gain,
while sister states hold down a strong desire
for smell of raindrop pelts on dry terrain;
our windshield wipers sing a break-dance song
cocooned within a vacuum too arcane
when clouds roll dark, the skies pour rain on rain.

Yet now we join our neighbors’ glum refrain
to pray for moisture measured to prolong;
our plants show wilted heads bent down in pain
while air, intense with heat, forecasts a fire.

As angels whisper crimson, blue and green,
the earth greens up as winter hides again,
when clouds roll dark, the skies pour rain on rain.

Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014

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As certain as the rains do fall in spring,
will be my love, for you to have and hold,
and know you now--my rain of love will bring
to you, all joy of which all love is told.

No one could ever count the drops that fall,
and so is put together, love for you,
numbers cannot be given them at all,
though put together, one is what will do.

And every single drop adds beauty there
to something we can call a rainy day,
to fill with love, made up, from everywhere,
the drops of life that make love what we say.

Our midnight place, your front porch, dreaming of
each drop of rain that's filled with so much love.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2012

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Curse this careless combustion of carbon,
a mindless muck-up of mankind's making. 
Fuels from fossil oil, the prime problem. 
Burnt in profusion, pollution producing

with lots of 'see o two' and 'aitch two o'.
We know about the burden of carbon
but where does all the water vapour go?
Just up into the air and then it's gone.

It adds to clouds where then it will condense
and give us torrential rain once again.
One more factor to make sea levels rise.
Ignoring this fact surely is insane.

But let us pretend there is no problem
and pass the mess on to our grandchildren.

Copyright © Tony Hargreaves | Year Posted 2016

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Rain, Rain, Don't Go Away

Your drops cool little blue pansy faces,
Satisfy crepe myrtles’ delicious pinks;
The grass has turned back to emerald spring,
And the air is sweet, the air is so sweet.

Fresh caladiums spread affection.,
Outdoor cars are losing their dust to shine,
A/C motors are hushed in your coolness;
And the air is sweet, the air is so sweet.

You have made pine needles soft under foot,
And beckoning books unread to the hand.
You show your gentleness, how you can be.
And the air is sweet, the air is so sweet;

Rain, Rain, Don’t Go Away just for today,
For the air is sweet, the air is so sweet.

Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2017

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The art of my pains 
is in the blood stain ink of me
while I write day and night 
to give insight of me that bleeds
while the world reads ,
this is my own battle cry's 
that are left in my mind 
I see all the dead souls around me
while I dream my darken pains
of the days of rain that hasn't gone away,
I was born in a painful storm
the memories stayed with me 
oh how the pains had cut me deep 
the words that hurt made bigger storms 
I hold my breath like I was dead
thinking it would all end ,
I now realize as I got older 
you cannot fix anyone 
that don't want the help 
so why in the hell did this life paint me
and put me down into a devastated storm 
the past has away to paint my life gray 
this is the art of me that bleeds .
Poetic Judy Emery (c)

Copyright © Judy Emery | Year Posted 2017

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Kiss The Rain

Gray clouds spill open, falling down-pours ensue  
Cleansing air and filling lakes with sweet purity;    
Maintaining land and life’s ultimate maturity;   
Compelling a radiant sun to shine through,  
Giving very grateful eyes a pleasant view.   
After shrouding dome has lifted obscurity;  
For now, all life has acquired security.    
Earth rejoices in heaven’s generous dew.     

Embrace descending drops on a wearied soul.    
Smell the clean scent that refreshes stale air,
The splash that penetrates the mind’s domain;  
Renewing inter being with lost control.   
Not a thing in this world can ever compare,   
When one takes time to stop and kiss the rain.  

Copyright © 2013  By Caryl S. Muzzey

Sixth Place Winner ~ "Kiss The Rain" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Gail Angel Doyle
March 18, 2013

Copyright © Caryl Muzzey | Year Posted 2013

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How much stark evidence, how many proofs 
will be dismissed before conceit it fails; 
and of His mercy decide to avail 
this presumptuous species from faith aloof. 
Flashbang rumble! A thousand unseen hoofs 
galloped overhead, as clattering hail 
mass-pogoed as if emptied from some vast pail 
upon unsuspecting Tarmac and roofs.  

Mercy, I swear I heard the atoms split 
from molecules to create ozone 
as, outside close nearby the lightning hit; 
its acrid tang prevalent in a home, 
which for a charged instant that bolt lit: 
thrilling spectator as he watched alone.

Copyright © Perry McDaid | Year Posted 2014

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A Kiss in the Pouring Rain

A kiss in the night, in the pouring rain She knows real passion, makes me quite insane I love the romance that she exhibits Blowing me away into little bits Each part of me still burns with loving awe I kiss her back by, I do grab and maw Exploring every part of her body I enjoy the awesome sensuality As the rain pours our hearts meld into one Our heart beats, blood’s rushing, nothing is gone We blend, our flesh slides, we find utter heights Flying higher than those grand, massive kites I kiss her in the night under the rain Our love will last always, it will remain Russell Sivey

Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2014

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Kindest Stars

I look up high, the stars return the stare Of a polite sight, quiet everywhere The largest stars bleed onto the skyscape Rolling black velvet with its light escape Some three trees extend their heights before me Showered by raining stars delicately Light emitted is grand and quite mighty Even smallest ones of delight are free It’s a dartboard that’s a lite-bright behind Exposing the great glowing stars in kind The trees lead me upwards to the heavens Where the universe uniquely begins The sky holds my kindest stars of delight To treasure each night of my life in sight Russell Sivey

Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2014

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Kiss the Rain

I Kiss the rain for it hides the tears 
As they flow down my face
All the bottled up sadness and fears
They won't look out of place 

For no one can tell that I'm in pain 
How heavy my heart may be
When I stand up tall and kiss the rain
The drops will hide so no one can see

They say the rain will cleanse you
Just Like a shower or a bath
So I'll use the rain to renew
To Decide upon a new path

So kiss the rain when you need to
No one will know but you. 

Copyright © Jennifer Marie Oliver | Year Posted 2013

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Reminiscing the Scent of Rain

There’s a certain force of the rain that flows That brings the scent to the forefront and grows On concrete the fragrance is a fresh grey Dull way to bring a stonewash smell to play It only comes when it first starts to rain Smell that pleases the senses without pain Not hot, just a cool rain will bring it up No scent can compare to this smell close-up At times it’s pungent, a fresh dirty smell Lifting the nose beyond where one does dwell Aroma like floating grainy gruffness Gnawing the insides bringing a roughness The fragrance wafts at the start of the rain Marking the scent of stone with water drain
Russell Sivey Contest: FRAGRANCE OF RAIN Sponsor: nette onclaud 11/16/2013

Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013

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The glaring sneering Sun has
Beat me down to the pavement.

The hot the heat
The flaring has won.

The. Violent engagement beastly
Perspiration beseigement

Beaming steaming gleaming
Dazed AMAZED seeking shade
From deathly rays.

Prone to bemoan the scorching
Phase of days of UNFALLING RAIN

Nick named SMOKRD AND turned
Churned and burned

Copyright © VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER | Year Posted 2015

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Singin' in the Rain HexSonetta

I often wonder why
when darkness fulls the day
and rain comes in a way
to pour down from the sky
torrentially then die
and leave a scene so gray

Let rain bring on a song
a patter and a beat
like happy dancing feet
to tap and sing along
and feel like you belong
on stage with the elite

so rain can give a sign
that everything’s just fine

September 1, 2015
A tribute to an old movie

Copyright © Ralph Sergi | Year Posted 2015

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The Streets of Positano

Four days in, the picture frame is Positano,
The falling rain, the silence of our separation.
Unexplained, unravelling threads of expectation,
This is real, we came undone in Positano.

City of dreams, threshold to the lives of many,
Ancient streets, supporting the weight of shuffling feet.
Lonely streets, wet with the tears of Positano.
Thoughts of home, I thought I knew which way to turn,
Walking with you, my feet got clumsy and insecure,
Coming undone, our truth came out in Positano.

Sometimes, we are back again in that passing moment,
Beyond these walls, our souls come out to join and thrive.
Love was alive, and rose like the sun to light the sky,
Once in a life, we were close on the streets of Positano.

Copyright © James Fredholm | Year Posted 2013

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Cherry Blossom Rain

The humming bees and hummingbirds hang just above the dew
which sparkles through the hazy yon of shadows vastly few.
For lo, the sun peeks sleepily above the emerald east
as warbling birds announce to all, the Mayday breakfast feast.
At last it’s time to celebrate the annual awakening,
now won’t you please get out of bed, oh maiden of my Spring?
I beg you rise and take my arm, they will not save us plates
and down beside the entry stoop, a carriage for us waits!
I’ll not begrudge your makeup smears, nor your tangled hair,
if you’ll but cease this hibernation; you are not a bear!
Come now, free your frosty mind of winter’s chilly dream,
and in the cherry blossom rain, my youthful love redeem.
Alas, the fading carriage sounds. Great, now I’ll have to walk,
and on my way back up the hill...I’m buying you a clock.

Entry for On The First of May

Copyright © The Grahamburglar | Year Posted 2015

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Why are cold stars red and hot stars blue

Why are cold stars red and hot stars blue?
I asked Sherry, ma chéri, whilst stargazing
yesternight she and I, only us, hands holding;
Why are hot stars blue and cold stars red?
I asked her anew 'cause I thought she knew;
Her mouth motionless–her eyne tears shed.
Why are blue stars hot and red stars cold?
She kept on weeping, still voicing no reply;
Barefoot, as usual–her feet gladly I behold.
Why are red stars cold and blue stars hot?
No answer but an osculation was all I got.
Lying on the grass yesternight, she and I,
Rainwater started pouring over the lass
And me, yesternight, lying on the grass.

Copyright © Ivo Cosentino | Year Posted 2014

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Droplets of Heaven


Paralyzed sunshine of the day, gray kissed skyscrapers in faint
Blurry dance stuck in the air as the dew pervades some occlusions
Day sketched gloom in beauty behind the droplets of breezy nimbus


Thy painter of sky smiled from altitudes
The angels flew, danced amid the wet clouds
Coloring mist, dust of beatitude
Heaven's gate roared, the lightning showed some proud

The veil of universe lurks from behind
The shades crawl slow, camouflaged by the dark
Droplets pervade the odor of sweet mind
Like the smell of a wet land, the yearn park

Breezes whistle through the aisles of droplets
Caressing the skin while sky sheds its tears
Gaze to the stunning gloom in violets
The sparks steal some moments, shines with no fears

Flood recede and leaves caught the rest of rain
As my heart fades from melancholy, drained

4th position
Sponsor	Debbie Guzzi

Copyright © Yanny Widjanarko | Year Posted 2013

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A Water Sonnet

Rivers roll, across the lands
and their song is heard, by many ears.
While oceans roll, upon the sands 
and cry their crystal tears.

The tides will help to cleanse the earth; 
sand-showers; they are free.
Though ocean-lands, may have a wide girth;
the tides will find it, yes siree!

Water is the source of life; 
a precious, roaming gift.
A lack of water, produces strife
and sands, they cannot shift.

So pray, the rain, will always come.
To water’s music; life must hum.

Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014

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The darkness drops again,
A dropletof the tragic rain,
Hopeless than to face the coming train,
The winds blow with no brain,
The bolt of the thundering banger,
Scattering and causing danger,
And the dusts arise in anger,
Humans on the race, 
In order not to miss the 
Roofs in the air,
The trees forced to bend,
And let's it fruits down, 
Heavens open it doors,
The rain looses it grips.

Copyright © Victory Udochukwu Ferdinard | Year Posted 2014

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The darkness drops again,
A dropletof the tragic rain,
Hopeless than to face the coming train,
The winds blow with no brain,
The bolt of the thundering banger,
Scattering and causing danger,
And the dusts arise in anger,
Humans on the race, 
In order not to miss the the trace,
Roofs in the air,
The trees forced to bend,
And let's it fruits down, 
Heavens open it doors,
The rain looses it grips.

Copyright © Victory Udochukwu Ferdinard | Year Posted 2014

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Black Rain

An active storm forecast for Hurricane Season
Sandbags, evacuations can save people’s lives
But offshore in black water a new threat now thrives
Inland states may suffer too, here’s the reason
Storms gain power in Gulf seas betrayed by treason
Soaking up dark sea’s moisture, such power derives
Will tropical cyclones carry black rain like knives
Giving inland farm crops, city streets a greasin’

The man-made drilling well still spews oil that floats
But the clouds of great storms may be darker this year
Murky sea water now lies in the Gulf storms’ path
Ma Nature has an aerial view as she gloats
Remains of dinosaurs fill hurricanes with fear
Bitter justice abounds in a defiled earth’s wrath

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2010

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Because the rain drops fall from hazy blue,
delight is in my heart, when from above,
God shows the world a life that's fresh and new,
repeating age old tales of joy and love;

my eyes and soul are free, and I don't ask
why rain should make me feel so full and free,
I only thank God for the dewy mask
that lies upon the leaves so lovingly.

New life is spread throughout the world each day,
you cannot fail to see each time it rains,
today, tomorrow, watch the raindrops play
spreading their love on leaves, and window panes.

  Love cannot fail to grow, when raindrops fall,
  of this I'm sure, if nothing else at all.

© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2016

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By This Hope My Spirit Often Measures

By This Hope My Spirit Often Measures

Pain and sorrow I need never borrow,
for Fate too often looks darkly my way.
I live today, knowing worse tomorrow,
may find me enduring a dreaded day.

Sun may rise but my lot crashes deeper,
as calamity grabs at my hurt soul.
If worse, I just may become a weeper,
and blackness reap its darkest, scary toll.

Pain and sorrow, I need no such bad friends.
This life may yet bring me far more treasures,
with sweet fruitful years before it dare ends.
By this hope, my spirit often measures!

Sun may rise, granting me sunshine so sweet,
my heart sings out in joy, not in defeat!

Robert J. Lindley, 3-15 2016

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Total # Lines:	17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:	
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Note: Back half of our home flooded Friday, from ten inches of rain in less that a day.
Four days of ripping out , cleaning and now drying.
No use in crying.
So I write a sonnet to mark this day and a better future that my life may find.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016