Best Precipitation Poems
spring
showers
sings in her
mellifluous
voice on the roof tops
aids the new birth
with sunshine's
gentle
love
© Harry J Horsman 2022
NEVER venture outdoors when it's raining cats and dogs
It rained cats and dogs during a drought and the farmers were NOT amused
It rained cats and dogs and the county WORKERS were not amused
However they were grateful because there had been recent layoffs
Due to inflation, every time it rains it rains, quarters from heaven
When Gene Kelly sang in the rain he got arrested for disturbing the peace
So Donald O’Conner had to take over and HE got arrested for public intoxication
So they asked Debbie Reynolds and she said, ‘You have GOT to be kidding... I just got my hair done’
Every time it rains, it rains pe…Ouch (THAT’S gonna bruise)
Just my luck…It rained pennies from heaven and I forgot to turn my freekin' umbrella upside down
Due to inflation in now rains quarters from heaven (Dude, you seen the price of UMBRELLAS lately?)
Sure wish it would rain on somebody ELSE’S parade for a change
Once it HAILED on my parade (The floats sustained irreparable damage and there were minor injuries)
Nobody’s gonna rain on MY pa…(Uh, God…You forgot to clear this with Mother again didn't you?)
Submitted for:
‘Poem: Rainy Days’ sponsored by Leonora Galinta
Based on the BBC news article "Diamond rain falls on Saturn and Jupiter"
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/science-environment-24477667
Mighty Jupiter - king of planets
Noxious gasses form a blanket
Fearsome storming - red spot raging
Timeless tempest never aging
Lightning cracking - breaks methane
Sooty puff clouds fall like rain
Clumping forming - makes graphite
Dropping further losing height
Pressure rising carbon crush
Diamond snow in downward rush
Heat increasing gemstones melt
Further down as mist does pelt
To carbon ocean 'neath the sky
From boffins' sums in their mind's eye
drops
falls down
soak the soil
emerging life
rain
Safety tip: NEVER venture outside when it’s raining cats and dogs
The last time it rained cats and dogs the county workers were NOT amused
It rained cats and dogs during a drought and the FARMERS were not amused
When Gene Kelly sang in the rain he got arrested for disturbing the peace
So Donald O’Conner had to take over and HE got arrested for public intoxication
So they asked Debbie Reynolds and she said, ‘You have GOT to be kidding... I just got my hair done’
Every time it rains, it rains pe…Ouch (THAT’S gonna bruise)
Just my luck…It rained pennies from heaven and I forgot to turn my freekin' umbrella upside down
Due to inflation in now rains quarters from heaven (Dude, you seen the price of UMBRELLAS lately?)
Sure wish it would rain on somebody ELSE’S parade for a change
Once it HAILED on my parade (The floats sustained irreparable damage and there were minor injuries)
Nobody’s gonna rain on MY pa…(Uh, God…You forgot to clear this with Mother again didn't you?)
5/27/2013
Francine’s contest
Careening clouds catch condensation
careful to clutch them close,
like children clinging to cotton comfort
of mothers clothes.
Those fearful floods of fountain tears
forlorn in freefall, face uncertainty.
Failure of fortitude fading
as freedom faintly calls,
how haunting the hollow rush
of howling speed hangs,
half horrified how hills grow huge;
hallowed halls of home.
Quickening now, quadratic quotations
quell quaint quivering,
as like quiver-less arrows they sprawl,
their quittance still to pay.
Rigid resolve rallies, radically rekindling
objective to ram themselves,
roaring into the rivers reality where
nothing but ripples remain.
the season-change of the vagrant pole-star easily picks up a sip
from the list of ducks of the night-watchers
standing on the bye-lane of the horse-race … by the weight of the confession made
by the spelling-mistakes of a moonlit night to the lotus-leaves … the amputated
tongues of the night-bulbs gradually rolls down to the banyan-pods of the side-characters
the sharp archer of the star-apple moves away some furlongs from the usual
word-stairs and swallowed a whole grammar with fumes by spoon
thus with the number of velocity-poems that the punjabi with boutique prints
can produce… or will produce … gluttonous flower-vase of the magic-painter
can make cool the slaughter-ground … spread to the horizons of the krishnachura
that is deviated from its own track
precipitation
twenty pots and pans sing tunes....
farm land plus house bought
Lesson learned on getting a building inspector or did we?
When the world is cold,Frost is gold.
Yet Empty silver still grows.
Have no control over what is to come of it.
Still,I am to stand in motion.
Oh what the rain covets most,a final host.
A soliloquy of my stance.
Voiceless is the song.
However,audible is its message.
Sing of the pouring rain.
Please do it not in vain.
Ice,a perfect touch.
Swallow your hypothermia.
Dance on its terrain.
We freeze all the same.
Soon the morning will await.
Until our tears flood the gates.
Reverse their flow,lose all control!
Until there is nothing.
Now rain goes to sleep,no voices are heard.
We have reached the end,a sonata alive.
Sometimes, when it rains it pours..
There is no time to take a pause.
You drip a drop atop a page,
and suddenly an ocean's rage
at being trapped inside a cloud
is roaring in you, clear and loud.
You prepare yourself - it's coming now..
A creative bolt, a mental rumble;
another heavy-landing globule
precedes another, and then some..
The poetic deluge has begun!
What to do but let it flow?
Or you'll never know where it could go..
Inspiration has a mind of its own..
Verbal torrent drenches paper.
There's no saving it for later.
Channel each word to its place -
with punctuation - to carry rhythm and pace.
A chosen few contribute rhyme.
A flow through every sodden line.
Yes, each drop will have its time..
Metaphors for every verse,
to quench an eager reader's thirst,
and similes inducing smiles,
like rainbows spanning wet sunny miles.
Some sentences so deeply profound,
it's lucky, in poetry, one cannot drown!
But now the monsoon's calming down..
The creative ocean's touched paper ground.
Fluidity's moving the odd bits around..
Puddles of words soak into their places,
while the poem's poetics dampen even its spaces.
Those post-downpour drips add their finishing touches -
at last they are free from that ocean-cloud's clutches!
Now the final few droplets have accomplished their fall..
It's time to dry off and read through it all.
podium leaning
weather swaying left or right
gravity awaits
***
Behold no daylight,
After warm cloud covering.
Rain prepares to pour.
A Day of Precipitation
A window is a good place
To look out
When it rains beautiful to see
From a warm room
A bookshelf of old friends
Some remembered others
Rediscovered
So let it rain, rain, rain.
a placid scene
under eyeliner horizon
dew drops tearing across canopied skies
roiling thunder
shaking the earth and heavens
a flood falls, staining porcelain facade
the stream snaking its way
through flat-topped mountains
and forests untouched by man
the river returning to its origin
a sordid spring once wet with creation
now run dry by rage
C-louds are dark and gray
B-ecause the wide sky has shown
N-othing but rainfall.
Topic: Birthday of Cath B. Nacua (March 5)
Form: Acrostic Haiku