Best Imaginationrain Poems
On this cool March afternoon the
sounds of rain play songs in my head..
Some are upbeat and set the scene
for a smile and something sweet to be said..
Other drops of rain play a chorus of
faded dreams and missed open doors..
And yet another ballad could be heard
as the splashes dance on the floor..
On a late winter day in March where only quiet
can be found , I sit and watch the sky and here
music all around..
the rain is tapping the window tap tap taapp
the rain pating the roof pat pat ppaatt
like a gazillion violins violas & cellos
our very own orchestra,for free.
by,ehlana lingerfelt
mind in soul
body entwine in heart
making the thrist of fire enrage
devastation is near
waiting and wanting
the passionate that lingers near
standing in the shadows not far
but with in eyesight a strange figure
walks slowly out into the moon light
walking towards me
as rain is coming down harder
i nervously walk toward him
i quiver what i see before me
a desire for a relish of soft moist lips
the taste of warm rain that enhances the sweetness
of pure desire for pure pleasure in sweet delight
the touch of hands that are drenched from the warm rain
working out of the garments that seem to be attached
while ripping them away we ache through it all
lusting what is near that will become
now the rain in the moon lite area
with the night being right
hot breaths make us blowing steam
out in the air, screaming that match
with the thunder so near
wanting the warm rain to never end
the heart desires more than it appears
aching and unravling is in the near
with the passion of warm rain
will it come again someday
fire burning within that can't
wait to hold the sensation in
crying out the pleasure of
sweet essence from within
with ecstasy from a depth
i say goodnight will
i see you again
warm rain come again
pure delights that hold within
The rain fell steady on the roof
While I lay awake next to her.
Her slumbered sounds while fast asleep
Had scored a midnight symphony:
Each drop of rain from heaven fell
Made sounds like strings on violins
Each tightly strung and singly tuned
Awaiting for the slightest cue.
A flash, then thunder from the clouds
Commenced the orchestrally sounds
Of euphonic respiration's
And the strings of condensation
Played for an audience of one:
Dreamy arrangements envisioned.
Rain Love
Everytime the rain falls I make a rhythm with each raindrop on the rooftop.
A rhythym that brings joy to my life. It soothes me to sleep. Whenever I feel too excited.
I just remember the raindrops on the rooftop, rain oh! rain if you only knew how much
I admire your coolness and the wind that you bring that caresses my face and the fresh
smell of rain makes me happy, Oh! rain please to fall today so I can sing to your beautiful
rhythm
By Glendine Martin from book: Through our eyes ;Challenges are around only for awhile
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