Best Naturerain Poems
Springtime rain brings fresh array
of flowers east to west.
The Rockies’ red and purple tufts
of mountain pride are best.
And mats of foliage named moss pink face south to get the sun
while buttercups put forth large blooms
so not to be outdone.
Then comes the rain to bleak terrain
where gloriously unfolds
alongside barren roads - in patches -
desert marigolds.
Mojave yucca, blue lupines,
and sego lily whites
with Indian prairie fire flowers
paint the deserts bright.
And common flowers of the fields
in every place abound.
Sweet Joe-Pye weed; Black-eyed Susan
push up from the ground.
The California poppy makes
a patchwork orange and blue
while dandelions most unloved
will countless seedlings spew.
In southern marshes blossom too
the water hyacinths,
making of the waterways
pesky labyrinths.
In northern streams grow pussy willows
naked with no petals,
and somewhere on a touch-me-not
a bumblebee now settles.
Blossoming in woodlands now
are flowers in the shade,
but most prefer the sunlight of
an open forest glade.
The wild columbine dressed blue
and handsome in the breeze,
fragrant like the violet,
gives nectar to the bees
All across the country
there awaken everywhere,
each in their appointed region,
wild flowers fair.
Daisies, clover, daffodils
and lovely Queen Anne’s lace.
They briefly stay, but we can see
more fully nature’s grace!
(now for PD's Contest on Best Flower Poem)
For Constance La France's mini-contest: Wild Flowers
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We took no notice of a sky turned gray
And the change of brooding gloom
The autumn rain had tiptoed in
We almost missed it's coming, but for leaves
That murmured quick surprise along the eaves
And tapped excitement on the window-pane
But having heard, we left our cozy place
And stepped outdoors to smell the air
To feel the slope of rain upon the face
And could even hear the rustling trees
Dripping wet with sheer delight
Gratefully welcoming tap-dance songs
Of raindrops in the night
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)
So what's your status,
Nimbostratus?
Are you here to stay, like old Aunt Gladys?
- To rain and rain until we're glad it's
Not for you to own the day,
But eventually must fade away
Before the steady strugglings of the sun
Which must break through once they've begun
To tear apart your greyish gloom
And give the sunlight proper room
To push along those friendly, fluffy clouds
Through blue skies where you're not allowed.
So go thy way, ignoble cloud!
Carry off that misty shroud
Below which you have so confined us,
And let us put thy wet behind us
And revel in the newborn sun,
It's warmth welcome to everyone.
You overstay your station here
Far beyond what would appear
A decent spate of soft rainfall;
Your prescence doth begin to pall
When you hover close from day to day.
All caught beneath wish you away,
And confer on you non-gratis status,
O aggravating nimbostratus!
The storm was unrelenting,
Possessed of a fury unmatched by anything he had ever seen.
The wind blew the rain towards the ground in regimented and precise layers,
Legions of droplets descending on the earth like some vast army.
In stark contrast to the disciplined layering of the falling lifeblood of the clouds,
Sheets of water whipped violently about in intricate patterns on the path,
Raging and frothing forward in the manner of a screaming barbarian horde.
He stood in the midst of it all,
Watching gusts of wind propel walls of rain at him.
As they hit him they dispersed into their separate components,
Letting him feel the sting of each individual droplet against his chilled body.
All of a sudden the heavens erupted, spewing forth a bolt of lightning
With a peal of thunder mightier than the most glorious battle-cry.
He watched it race to earth,
Forcing the night sky to shed its dark cloak and reveal all in one awe-inspiring moment,
Captured in time and memory.
See how the rain oils
the dehydrated skin
and heal the excruciating pain
of the starving mother earth
see how it brings
long waited for salvation
to the malnourished
fauna and flora
see how it brings
life to the dead
yet patient rivers
having waited for so long
under the hot burning
merciless sun
see how the rain fills
people with hope
joy and excitement
and washes away their fears
drowning them
in water filled rivers
see then how the land is
dressed in colors
captivating to the eyes
and how the air is
heavy with pungent aromas
and sweet with melodic songs
of birds caressing the skies
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featured poem on PoetrySoup.com home page from the 21st to 27th February 2011
8th position on ''Razzle Dazzle'' contest sponsored by Linda-Marie
on a sweltering day, I watch the sky
as it tries to eke out tears. . . .
but it simp ly can not
drenched in sweat, too stifled even to stir,
I see grey clouds gathering -
then suddenly explode!
sheets upon sheets of rain come pounding down -
freed, I stand smiling beneath. . . .
as heaven weeps for joy
Written 7/15/11
For P.D's BEST RAIN POEM Contest
(This is a form called Kimo. Kin to haiku,
each Kimo has three lines with count 10/7/6)
This morning, when I awoke
The rain was thundering down.
So hard, so fast,
Sounding like drums on the roof.
Then... it stopped.
Now the sun is brightly beaming down.
The wet leaves, still dripping
Have a glorious shine to them.
Everything looks so bright,
Fresh.
Through the trees
I see the clear blue sky.
Soft white clouds
Where only an hour before
A dark rain cloud
Covered everything.
Fickle weather.
dark clouds overhead
with heavy rain unending…
the sea is claiming all
dark in the morning
foretells the rainstorm coming….
sojourner take care
spring rains bring flowers
dark rains of winter bring floods….
downed lines and blackouts
For Dark Rain contest won 3rd
Let it rain on the
drought-shrouded
terrains.
Let it rain on the
meadow and her
grains;
For the ember stare of
the bridled sun
Fiddles and suffuses our
flaccid corn.
What a pretty girl...
Walking on the eyes of me
Smiling as the rain comes down
She is my rainbow...
May the sun stay here a while
So I can touch her and smile
In her company
I blow bubbles in the air
And I stare and watch her climb
Down the firmament
As her foot reaches the land
I lay in awe on the sand
Briefly there's a grey
Cloud that's jealous of my love
So he calls a thunderstorm
But I patiently
Cry until the drummers leave
...butterflies sing on my sleeve
Dancing down she comes
Dressed in colors of the world
Waiving at the land and sky
Flirting with my eye
How can I not love her, she
Kisses everything I see
What a pretty girl...
Walking on the eyes of me
Smiling as the rain comes down
She is my rainbow...
May the sun stay here a while
So I can touch her and smile
Sunlight shining through the clouds
To warm this dreary day
Taste of the misting rain upon my lips
Daffodils like gold begin to sway
I feel the breeze blow through my hair
And smell the morning dew
The only thing that is missing
Is me having you
I walk along this narrow path
The trees beginning to bud
Hoping that I can find you
As my shoes slosh in the mud
The tulips red like fire
Set my soul ablaze
As I continue searching
Afraid I’ve lost my way
Calling out your name
A bird returns my call
It makes me really sad to think
I’m alone after all
*For Five Senses/ Five Elements contest
Sunlight shining (seeing) Daffodils like gold (metal)
Misting rain on my lips (tasting) Sunlight shining (fire)
Smell the morning dew (smelling) Misting rain (water)
Bird returns my call (hearing) Trees beginning to bud (earth)
Rain upon my lips (touching) Breeze blow through my hair (wind/ air)
Plants hungry from drought -
Open their leafy arms wide
Welcome nourishment
After two weeks of hot sun, we finally had nearly a foot of rain yesterday. It was enough to bring some green back to the once-brown lawn. Hallelujah! We used to have showers nearly every afternoon in the spring and summer, but that hasn't been the case this year so the rain was truly welcome.
Mountains feel its cascade.
Yesterdays remember its destruction.
Blossoms drink its delightfulness.
Estuaries enliven effervescently.
Sunshine shimmers during sprinkles.
The freedom of rain exhilarates.
Rainwater refreshes.
Acclimates the atmosphere.
Invigorates the soul.
Nurtures all that lives.
Precious precipitation,
Omnipotent and cyclical,
Entices excitement.
Merrily mizzling..
© July 16, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: best RAIN poem
Sponsored by: ¥ Destroyer ¥ Poet
Note: mizzling - definition of mizzling by the Free Online Dictionary ...
To rain in fine, mistlike droplets; drizzle. n. A mistlike rain; a drizzle. [Middle English misellen ...
www.thefreedictionary.com/mizzling
Rain
Water is power.
Late summer’s rain is falling,
Cleansing the thick air,
Polishing dusty leaves,
Soaking dried out roadways,
Running down the rough bark
Of the old oak tree.
Mighty branches,
Heavy with summer green leaves
Sway under the powerful onslaught.
Water is power.
Without it, no life would exist.
Water washes away dirt, grime, and dust.
I wish it could wash troubled thoughts away,
I would stand in the rain, let it wash away all
Those hurtful memories.
Wash away regrets as well as doubts.
But rain is forgiving.
It does not choose to refresh only some.
It nourishes all alike.