Best Rain Tree Poems
Dripping Raindrops
The rain began quite lazily
tap tap tapping on the canopy
Drop drop dropping on the jade green grass
under subdued light drops shine like glass
The wind kick ups a ruffled breeze
soon the rain is drip drip dripping from the trees
Loud thunder strikes and with it brings
rain pouring down in liquid strings
I hoped this storm would quickly pass
and before too long it had cried it's last
Again I hear- drip drip dripping from the trees
as the raindrops drip off the fresh spring leaves.
Categories:
rain tree, rain, tree,
Form:
Rhyme
blackbirds in the rain
walking among the fallen leaves
under the old mango tree
with dripping leaves
bathing the grass below
blackbirds diligently lifting
the rain soaked fallen leaves
peering underneath for insects
and worms
flushed out
by the drizzling rain
pausing to gulp one down
then scooting off again
searching for more
sitting under the shed
with raindrops playing their music
on the galvanised sheet roof
with a beat
that resonates
within my inner being
putting me in a trance
connecting me to the rain
and the puddles on the ground
with the raindrops
gently tapping the water's surface
creating rings that collide
with one another
disrupting their individual shapes
creating a dynamic new pattern
reflecting their unity
and bubbling with energy
in the drizzling rain
O what a deep feeling
of peacefulness and serenity
with the rain
the dripping leaves
and the puddles
serenading my spirit
with the eternal song of Nature
and merging it into the
Unity Of All Things
It was raining today. There was a constant drizzle for hours. I sat in a shed attached to the house, watching the blackbirds in action in the rain, searching for their food. The constant rhythmic sound of the rain on the galvanised sheet roof of the shed and the gentle drama playing out in the backyard with the blackbirds was a spiritual experience for me connecting me with Nature and the unity of all things as mentioned in the last verse.
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Categories:
rain tree, bird, insect, music, nature,
Form:
Free verse
There is a big Eucalyptus tree right behind where I live
The trunk is large, with the branches straight and long
When the Arizona Sun is blazing down, makes nice shade
Even when branches die, they still have more to give
At sunset, a breeze will blow through the leaves like a song
The day is over and dues are paid
One recent summer's eve, storm clouds boiled in the West
A quick sand storm, lighting and thunder everywhere
A hard driving rain all night, streets ran bank to bank
The old tree stood fast, passed the test
A dead twisted limb laid on the ground, like saying a prayer
For the state that it was in, had only God to thank
Out of bed at five, hot cup of coffee in my hand
Went outside to make an overall inspection
Was everything still standing, or had everything washed away?
The early morning air was fresh, rain had bathed the land
Looked up and down the street, then in a westerly direction
The old fallen branch, there it lay
It caught my eye, seemed to be the right size
From past work injuries, my knees would go out every now and then
The branch needed a friend and I needed a walking stick
Picked it up,it was around waist high, I knew I had a prize
My work was cut out, had to give a new skin
Some sand paper, couple coats of varnish would do the trick
Took off the old gray scale, down to yellow wood with brown grain
Patched the cracks, so it would not split, couple of wraps of bailing wire
By God, it was starting to show some character
We started to smile and I had a good cane
Like a miracle, saved from the fire
Now as one, we walk together
Categories:
rain tree, natureold, work, rain, tree,
Form:
buds exploding
on bare branches longing for
spatter of raindrops
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Posted on May 19, 2018
Categories:
rain tree, life, nature, rain, tree,
Form:
Haiku
satisfying sound, raindrops end—
swooshing of dark-wet, late green branches
intensifying quiet of morning
thunder and lightning rescind—
mourning absentee birds
there’s no sun
as Autumn comes,
apples
ornamental—
in sodden basket
of orchard.
sweetness
lies on ground
rolled in
debris of
sticks and stones.
whispering zephyr
coolness in its aplomb.
choice
lovelies brim on trees.
the waterlogged bark
with placidity of dawn—
sudden break of chirps
9/17/2020
Contest: Writing Challenge - Nature, Four in One
Sponsor: Constance La France
crystalline, kimo, verse (Yalto), haiku
howmanysyllables used to verify syllable count
*Yalto invented by Edward Ibeh
Categories:
rain tree, autumn, bird, rain, tree,
Form:
Verse
Buy ink which remains indelible on the soul
Lick your stamps as they should never lick themselves
Keep envelopes open to suggestions and to be stretched
Hide them in a dry place or pine desk out of trouble
Hold pens gently into the wind or corresponding weather
Leave an impression on the world as you write
Use an eraser but only after midnight
Employ an umbrella over your story
Deploy it in the rain if you compose
Protect your notes while rushing to the mail post
Kill trees only when necessary
Pray they don’t take revenge
Keep rain in buckets one drop at a time
Keep sanity at bay and asteroids at large
Stamp high as bays get wet in rising tides
Write letters with pens untouched by men
Utilize paper snow white and pretty
Mail correspondences twice if suspicious
Use two stamps because you can
Deliver yourself from evil
Let postmen know you are on to them
Send one letter at a time as mail is heavy
Give it time because time is burdensome
Let letters drop while servers do the rest
Wait for a response but don’t hold your breath
Categories:
rain tree, endurance, rain, tree, wisdom,
Form:
Didactic
singing birds
early in the morn sounds
trees hold
Categories:
rain tree, bird, nature, rain, tree,
Form:
Haiku
A pretty oak sits outside my window pane in the snow and in the rain
Covered with life, outside the balcony fifty steps away
Decorating the tree with flashes of red, black, grey, yellow and white,
are his friends the cardinals , squirrels , chickadees and the tufted titmice
They sing , chirp, and chatter in harmony of song
As the seasons pass, we live thru heat, drought , cold and rain all year long
I keep my feeder close at hand and watch as they load up in waves of two and three
to make their run at the seeds and grain
The leaves are green now and vibrant with life, in the fall the acorns grow and my tree stands tall
At winter they covet the warmth and provide a shelter for the thick furred grey squirrels
A lovely little hole in the crook of the branch big enough for two to snuggle and borough
They race down these pathways in the sky, playful as skilled acrobats
October mornings the leaves are falling , making noisy whispering sounds
the first rays of sun turn frost into a million twinkling stars on the ground
The two winged take refuge in their nest , built carefully for warmth and rest
To nurse and raise their young , making them fit for another generation of the best
The seasons flow as a quiet pond and like our beautiful life
everything is real with very little strife
Among the colorful citizens of this merry place I give life in equal exchange
for joy and a chance To sit and watch my friends as I grow old and enjoy life in the sun
But life changes, very unfair , and I am denied my playground in the sky
one day some men came and cut all the beauty down
Now its gone all butchered and bare nothing left but a big hole in the ground
Categories:
rain tree, nature, life, rain, tree,
Form:
Free verse
singing birds
early in the morn sounds
trees hold
Categories:
rain tree, bird, nature, rain, tree,
Form:
Haiku
The pensiveness of the sky
is broken by the cry of a crow,
by trees distilling intimacy
and moist, vibrant expectancy.
Violets, ferns, and birches
share life-giving vapors.
The chalk-bleak horizon
and pungent, poignant odors
whisper sonorous secrets.
The visitor is enveloped
in this pithy, soulful world,
all cells saturated
with a suggestive sustenance.
Categories:
rain tree, earth, environment, imagery, nature,
Form:
Blank verse
Tree,
whose bony fingers
stretched above gloved branches,
you danced in the sunlight,
elegantly bowing
for scampering squirrels
and gifts of birdhouse rings.
Tree,
whose springtime blossoms
scattered petals
for make-believe weddings,
you caught up children
and hugged them tightly
in games of hide and seek.
Tree,
I run my fingers
along your weeping scars
where Earth’s fury tore
your hand from mine.
Splintered memories,
I have less air to breath.
Categories:
rain tree, farewell, grief, loss, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
We cannot do without water,
But it could do without us
If we choose!
Bodies of living things are made up
of mostly water, squashy plants,
Blood and Lymph included too.
Without Hydration, the skin as well as
Internal organs would become very dry.
Dry organs cannot function and
Would definitely malfunction!
Even tears and saliva would be
diminished,
Forming crusts instead of lubricating!
Drink lots of fluids, for fluid loss
is a continuous thing-
As we breathe, sweat, in kidney-
filtering,
Water is indeed a Requisite for life
and living;
Mucus dilution during the Common
Cold.
Normal electrolytes depend upon it.
Potassium, Sodium, Magnesium
when dry, crystalizes and heart and
Brain problems we do get.
Water is also seen in Crystallization,
In the form of ice, snow,or on cold
surfaces.
It crystalizes on those unfortunately
frost-bitten ones,
In the frozen, hard unrelenting cold
caregivers take care of!
It Precipitates in Seas, Oceans, Rivers,
Lakes and Streams;
Where "hot air rises" as a mist to the
clouds,
Making them heavy to "fall" as rain.
Animals, Humans and Vegetation welcome it.
Water is a great "body-guard" for being
Impermeable,
Oil and water never mix and fat is separated too.
Water helps form blood and lymph after we eat,
Flowing to flush out our accumulated mess.
We are Invigorated with life, as cells hydrate
Durig a long trek on a path at camp.
Water invigorates the life-source due to
exhaustion,
Even the Lord cried out "I thrist."
Water "minds its own business:
Quenching the thirst of animals,
Irrigating lands as it passes by,
Filling reservoirs for domestic use.
Choose to make use of it daily!
Poetry Contest:
Poetry Title: Elements Part 3: WATER
Instructions:
YOUR POEM TO BE SUBMITTED WITH ALL 6 OF THESE WORDS:
1) HYDRATION (2) REQUISITE (3) PRECIPITATION (4) IMPERMEABLE (5) INVIGORATE (6) CRYSTALLIZATION.
Poetry Contest Deadline: Friday, April 29, 2016
Sponsored by: Brian Davey
Categories:
rain tree, animal, health, humanity, mountains,
Form:
Verse
Rain, Tree, Lizard – Haiku
wet functionary
scaled feet slip, tree knows better
reptilian off
Categories:
rain tree, animal, death, image, imagery,
Form:
Haiku
Wind, as her final rainstorm gathers,
gathers up the orphaned leaves
Leaves some tucked in between the rocks,
rocks some to sleep beneath the trees
Trees, moved so by her (rain and all)
all bow and though not known to cry,
cry now, while silvered leaves of fall
fall as they watch their Zephyr die
Categories:
rain tree, cry, death, death of
Form:
Rhyme
3 am.
The alarm clock in my head wakes me with a
silent clanging.
Outside, the rain is falling so hard. It sounds like someone's
trying to break into my room.
Jesus.
It's Christmas Day.
It might as well be August 25th because the conversation in my head has not changed
since then. "You are a piece of ****."
I think of things I need to worry about, things I've worried about since August 25th and way before that.
My anxiety runs through my veins like hot chemo.
I stagger to the living room and stare at the half-decorated Christmas tree ...
gold balls weighing down one side. Empty green takes up the other. Oh, there are two figurines of kittens that I bought at a garage sale in Staten Island in 1998.
God. 3:10 am.
A whole day to spend by myself.
Not a fake friend in sight today, with their banal conversations about picking up their laundry or meeting at the gym at whatever time to do arms or back.
Just as well; I get a blank stare from them when I want to talk about chasing happiness or being childless at 53.
The TV is my savior. It pulls me out of myself.
Bing Crosby comes on singing "White Christmas." He's dancing
with those two impossibly shiny bleached blondes. And they all have those white, almost blue American teeth -- not one out of place.
12 pm.
I wake up on the couch and "White Christmas" is still playing; it must be a marathon.
Outside, the rain has turned to snow and there are two messages on my phone -- from Christian friends inviting me to their houses for the day.
It's tough being a Buddhist on Christmas. OK, so I know, as the Buddhists say, everything is OK as long as I let it be OK.
But this is one day of the year I don't want to "be."
I consider whether to shower. It takes 10 minutes to decide. I let the hot water run down my back, and I don't know if it's burning from the water or my nerve endings.
I don't want to face Christmas - but I have decided to join life and go to Cory's to see his kids, stare at the tree and eat some turkey.
I decide to take a Xanax, and I stick one in my pocket as assurance.
Maybe some of this gloom will yet lift from my heart.
Categories:
rain tree, christian, christmas, depression, christmas,
Form: