Best Rain Dance Poems
rain dance
Evil takes his victory lap
while ashes like confetti fall.
But demons stay their hands mid-clap,
now doubting they’ve won, after all...
For on the charred and war-stained sands,
Hope, in pink galoshes stands.
September 29, 2019
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Picture #4
Joseph May, Sponsor
gently on the roof
water marches as rice grains,
manna from heaven
attend our homeland,
exiled clouds pour your romance
onto cracking earth.
Our poor scorpions,
in bellies of hot, dormant
wells raised their generations.
Shamans still dance in rings, arousing bands of blessing.
Timbre grows, grains gaining size, dusty dreams refreshing.
I’m just another rain dance dreamer
staring at the window sill
Watching every drop that dances
with its destiny to fill
Funny, how the rain keeps calling
taunting me to wonder still
As I watch each tiny dancer
pirouette with flawless skill
Counting every crystal dodger
great escape for me until
Once again, this rain dance dreamer
wakes upon the morning chill
Raindrops on my cheeks, tap dancing,
hit my face before off they're glancing,
to here and over there.
The damn things
just frizz up my hair.
Raindrops like to do the foxtrot.
Six-point landings, splash and whatnot,
on my nose and in my eyes,
they sometimes come
as a surprise.
Raindrops interrupt the sun
in case its having too much fun.
It likes to come, only to go,
it's just an April shower
you know.
We smile, it's raining
Jovial in dancing joy
Soaked to the skin
Warm hearth welcomes us
Naked to bare, towelling
Goosebumps diminish
Pillows, rugs, two lie
Face to face, lips now caress
We, attraction flows
Candles flickering
Undulating shadows grace
Unification
.
On a crisp autumn afternoon,
Much to my stunned delight,
Storms clouds morph into monsoon
With jagged spears of light
And thunder cracks of doom.
Dancing in the storm’s eye
Fat raindrops bouncing all around
Afraid I will soon die
Trying hard not to drown
So happy I could cry.
After months of summer sun
Rivers and streams almost dry
Rain pounding like a drum
No chance of blue sky
Praying more rain will come.
look a rain drop see
falling from the sky
it'll hit the ground
wave your hand buh-bye
up there in the sky
right now it's high
falling from above
is it going to die?
when angels cry
sometimes in july
like people in a way
it's easy to see why
i need more time
today it rains again
i have to say more
its almost six a.m.
soul mind and flow
your heart will race
while rain drops fall
in a glorious dance
so many of them
we call it bad weather
weak on their own
a strong force together
a waterfall of thoughts
something to ponder
back to the story
bright light and thunder
this drop is me
that one is you
came out from a cloud
from an ocean of blue
form an allegiance
create a cirlce of life
two drops of water
we are falling in love
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rain drops fall over and over
come down go up no end to this story
rain drops fall over and over
phenomenon i call free falling
Leaving my son's house
a rain-burst had just passed.
At the edge of the wood,
contrasted against dark clouds,
a single tree stood glowing.
Wet in the sun’s rays,
its leaves shimmering in the breeze.
Like a feather in the forest floating,
Singly.
Brightly shining yellow green,
A cottonwood applauds the coming of the rains.
Waving glimmering in rain rays, wet enlightening.
Reminding me to dance in the sun.
Plants swaying, beautiful sky, softest feeling
Clouds crusted in white with gray centers
An unexpected warmth to the air this morning.
Any hope of rain? I peer at the clouds, not knowing.
Decide to lug the hoses around and water my flowers.
A few minutes after I water the lawn, I hear a gentle roar.
Thunder? I am not surprised. Always happens after I water.
Me watering is tantamount to a Native American Rain Dance.
Suddenly I realize what the rumbling sound is.
Garbage truck lifting the large dumpster, every other Tuesday.
My mother puts on her royal attire
To do the rain dance of a princess,
But her feet are barren,
For it no longer rains like before.
Years ago, I watched mother dance,
Her fingers plucking moon petals,
And dropping them on my sleepy eyelids
While I laughed in pleasure
On iridescent nights in a land of dreams.
We could hear father reciting faraway verses
In his bedroom; his words stepped out
To the porch and joined mother
In her dance with the moon.
Today, I stopped mother in her attempt to dance
Under a dark sky of gunpowder smoke
And in the company of drunk shadows
Of dry mango trees wafting in wild winds,
And she gives up quietly.
An explosion shatters the silence,
And mother wriggles her feet,
Her heels grinding the burning earth.
She looks at me with wet eyes and says,
'Son, it thunders, let me dance', and
I see only the raindrops in her eyes.
But it no longer rains like before
In the land where mother lives.
When a poem is born
What is the chance
Of words in rain
Drip drop dance
Ping ting sing
Pitter patter rhyme
Rain dance acceleration
Makes my poem climb
Dribble drench drizzle
Thinking on the fence
Sprinkle splish splash
Bring balance to my sense
From sweat sobs and sorrow
Storm surge steam
Murky thunderous blurry
Cry rage scream
To cleansed and quenched
Shower spray stream
Calm cool clear
My mind is now pristine
The Earth now drenched
It grew a poet tree
Thoughts and water percolate
Now it's sprouted leaves
Rain dance, rain dance, clothed or bare
It makes no difference what you wear
If you need rain, do not despair
A little rain dance here or there
But please be careful if you do
And don’t be carried away
You might wind up in a canoe
And have a lousy day
Rain turns my soul on
attraction I can't resist,
dripping with passion
my muse drowns in the water;
Rising to whisper to me
rushing dreams
gentle endless high;
Will you slow dance with me?
Do you see the rain dance
no drop at a still stance,
pitter pattering all around
bouncing back to the ground
Steady there while you sit
as atop your head they hit,
each one is an invitation
and a newfound inspiration
No more need to stay inside
or under an umbrella hide,
simply set your soles free
leave all your troubles be
You can see the rain dance
live a little, take a chance,
lasts only a minute or two
later on skies will be blue
The skin will feel every drip
fresh enough to take a sip,
falling so freely in the air
let them tangle in your hair
Two together become one
washed over by innocent fun,
to thoroughly enjoy the soak
before the clouds above broke
If rain could it might smile
because for a short while,
here under the circumstance
you decided to join their dance.
Sometimes, when it rains
I like to sit alone and watch the rain
Listing to the pouring rain's beats
With no stress, no deep thoughts and no pain
Sometimes when it rains
The winds keep knocking on my door
The rain starts to dance behind my window
They don't want to stop and want to dance more
Sometimes when it rains
The soil is not thirsty and no longer dry
The flowers begin to bloom
The bees are hiding, they don't want to fly
Sometimes when it rains
The birds go back to their nests
Feeding their children with love
Protecting them from the rain with their chests
Sometimes when it rains
The blood is running faster through my vein
Suddenly I'm feeling so amazingly high
Like crazy I take off my shoes and dance under the rain