Best Raindrop Poems
Sudden rain brought me
under your umbrella
for the first time.
For the first time
you were so close to me
with your fragrance.
The umbrella was
not big enough
to cover both of us.
A raindrop was trickling
down your forehead.
I was following it's trail
without listening to you.
Your words couldn't touch me
like the raindrops falling outside.
The trail of that raindrop
uncovers some secrets for me,
your eyes were bluer
than I thought and your
dimples deeper.
I discovered a beauty spot
below your left ear lobe.
Today,I know about all your
beauty spots....
But still now in a rainy day
I want to walk with you
under the same umbrella.
Date:27th May 2012
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One solitary raindrop lay
caressing beauty with its grace.
Just fallen from the sky one day,
one solitary raindrop lay.
How long, I wondered, could it stay
upon the rose’s blushing face?
One soliltary raindrop lay
caressing beauty with its grace.
The raindrop lingered on the rose
as delicately as a kiss.
So virgin-fresh, in sweet repose,
the raindrop lingered on the rose.
It vanished when strong wind arose.
The rose had known a while its bliss.
The raindrop lingered on the rose
as delicately as a kiss.
How like that single drop of rain
was first love when it came to me!
I long to be that rose again.
How like that single drop of rain
was first love’s kiss and first love’s pain.
Rain droplets fall, then cease to be.
How like that single drop of rain
was first love when it came to me!
Nov. 22, 2018 for The Raindrop Poetry Contest of Craig Cornish
The snow slowly morphs into rain, a thousand cold cocoons that release raindrop butterflies into the frosty air. They glisten in the morning light, clinging to soft leather like tiny diamonds as he drapes his jacket across my shoulders.
The jacket smells like him: fresh soap and spicy aftershave--and that spearmint gum he always keeps on hand. It's way too big on me, but he zips it up anyway, pulling the hood over my head to shield me from the rain.
dripping icicles
bleed beads of liquid light--
fingers intertwine
He's soaked, but he doesn't seem to care as water slides down his rosy cheeks, dripping from his frozen nose. He brings my hand to his lips and whispers, "Happy New Year." Even his lips are cold, but I lend him my warmth.
As we stand there together in the soft tranquility of winter rain, I realize I'm happy. I want to stay here forever, in this life-sized snow globe of frigid weather and smooth, warm leather.
For Giorgio's "Leather Jacket" contest
Small raindrops
pitter patter
against my window.
The sound the raindrops make
is nature’s soothing music,
a light shower lullaby.
No winds are howling,
so the raindrops fall softly,
almost like a glistening mist,
kissing the leaves on trees
and the lovely petaled faces
of my flowers.
I step out onto my deck
for a while,
enjoying the gentle song
of pitter patter.
Come, little raindrops.
Keep nourishing the plants
around my house.
I go back to my bedroom
and lay my head on my pillow
until the raindrop lullaby
lulls me to
a noon-time nap.
One of the first to land, it took me by surprise
because bright sunrays glowed behind an ashen cloud.
Upon the glass-topped table, right before my eyes
this tiny pearl of wonder came to me, avowed
its army, made of millions, soon would override,
to smother every garden, grassland, bushes, trees.
It warned me to seek shelter, quickly run inside
before the fast, relentless force drove in to seize.
Its shiny dome reflected darkness from the sky.
How long had it been falling till it landed here?
The first to make it through, the siege to verify,
my messenger, a raindrop, braved the atmosphere
and warned me to take cover, quickly run and hide,
'fore army, made of millions, drowned the countryside.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Contest: The Raindrop
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Judged: 11/25/2018
Sonnet, written in Iambic Hexameter
12 syllables, 6 feet per line
Sudden rain brought me
under your umbrella
for the first time.
For the first time
you were so close to me
with your fragrance.
The umbrella was
not big enough
to cover both of us.
A raindrop was trickling
down your forehead.
I was following it's trail
without listening to you.
Your words couldn't touch me
like the raindrops falling outside.
The trail of that raindrop
uncovers some secrets for me,
your eyes were bluer
than I thought and your
dimples deeper.
I discovered a beauty spot
below your left ear lobe.
Today,I know about all your
beauty spots....
But still now in a rainy day
I want to walk with you
under the same umbrella.
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A solar wind caresses the mighty oceans blue,
Creates the waves, stirs the hearts of the true.
The spirit leaves the sea and floats on high,
To gather the dreams that make poets sigh.
When they reach saturation they at last take flight,
In search of lovers, adrift in the darkest of night.
Each dream a raindrop that freefalls though time,
Each drop a perfection, each dream sublime,
A prism to the soul or perhaps an angel’s tear,
As it floats and drifts, through the atmosphere.
Its colour and shape so clear and fragile,
Yet set on its course despite all the toil.
To replenish the land, refresh us each and all,
Oblivious to their beauty as they tumble freefall.
Each bead of perfection races to shatter,
On the land, its people and all that matter.
To wash the dry soil, to cleanse the city,
To grow the crops, dull the gritty.
Yet fail to heed its might and splendour,
When it can destroy, kill and can render.
There’s sorrow in those raindrops, so to glee,
It’s visible in its beauty-beast so plain to see.
As it gives life as it dies, a true resurrection,
The raindrop can certainly be a cruel perfection.
I am a rain drop flopped down from the clouds
I could have landed in a river or the sea
Then merging with the rising and receding waves
I would have been washed down into oblivion
Or could have fallen from the heights
Into a desolate dreary desert
Amid the blistering granules of sand
To be absorbed into nothingness
Chances are there to have fallen on a rock
Lying scorched in the heat of the mid-day sun
Then I would have vanished into thin air
Evaporating into nonexistence
I could have fallen into a muddy puddle
Or perhaps into a filthy drainage
To be contaminated with the sewage
Or be the breeding ground of worms and bugs
But fortunately for me
I happened to fall into fecund soil
Where there lay in wait a few seeds
Hankering for the cool touch of moisture
Arid souls desperately thirsting for water.
They sucked the molecules within me.
As their dry kernel got soaked and puffed,
Slowly they sprouted and grew into life.
Absorbing again the drops that came after me
They, into towering trees, eventually grew
Some touching heaven’s azure heights
And giving shade and shelter to many
Now as I see them crested with flowers
And bearing clusters of luscious fruits
I feel I am there in each leaf and bud
And my essence flows through every vein!
Is there a thought more priceless and gratifying
In the life of a teacher than this one!
Dec.28.2022
~ PLACED FIRST~
Priceless Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Regina McIntosh
2022. Marathon Mile.24. Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Mark Toney
Fool's gold
What should have been green
The county so dry was painful to see
Waited a whole year for this trip
Our Perseids date
The first thing we did
Was run into the lake
It was all we could do
We danced
An all out splash dance
Praying to seed the clouds with our spray
And to our dismay the rains came
We missed the shooting stars
But got our wish
And will always relish
The night we banished the drought
Doing The Raindrop
the jaded grey sky
after the incessant cry~
shed a last tear drop
the graceful sun god
perceived insipid sky's mood~
radiantly grinned
wiped out his tear drop
embraced gently, cheered him up~
the rainbow emerged
I'm a raindrop on the window pane
Running here, there, nowhere but down.
Lost in the cool flurries of rain
As the storm dons its liquid gown.
Deep in my soul a reflection of you
Magnifying the memories and grief.
The years we had now seem so few
Our rainbows seem so very brief.
I raindrop down the dark abyss
So futile seem the echoes of fun.
I pool in how sorely I miss
Our liquid laughter in the sun.
Raindrop, raindrop going nowhere at all
Dribbling slowly down memory lane.
I drip and droop and languidly fall
In stagnant pools filled with pain.
In my heart the memories lie,
Your rainbows dance and sway.
So many storms have passed me by
Since you left and went away.
While looking far beyond misty gale
until convulsion of night quavers--
just remember, in spite drizzles
new morning salves torment:
I watch those gentle eyes roam
against a skeletal frame--
yet, lightness around you glows
more precious than dawn.
Cherishing you this way
soothes the vicious gush of hours;
and that raindrop upon a sallow face
trickles down onto a furrowed neck,
defying the tumor of pain its mortal ovation…
Although brave those eyes are, white cells
invade an exhausted gait like thinning hail.
I watch you smile heroicly at night’s downpour, Mama--
You are beautiful fragile as the raindrop.
11/20/2018
For Craig Cornish’s The Raindrop Contest
Raindrop Soliloquy
My raindrop hides into a tiny nook
to signal of a pending storm to come
a lightning strike prepares to make its scene
the consequences may be dire
the night portends the ominous clouds
Behold… the massive rain begins to pour
its thrum creates a classic fugue
of music to entice a thunder roll
slamming roofs as heavy stones
caressing palms to sway with ease
with swoops of air then all is calm
then dripping on the leaves and eaves
the bear has left its safety lair
and sees the raindrop in the nook
he licks it then he moves along
another raindrop glows as gold
reflected by the morning sun
when all beginnings have an end
my raindrop will reappear again
The Raindrop Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Craig Cornish
November 21, 2018
Chances of precipitation zero. Chances of dew, zero. Chances of a raindrop, one hundred percent, as she was spotted in the sky about six seconds ago. If Adrianna lands here, how will we collect her? Who gets access? Where was the sighting? How accurate is the intel?
The ants had already dug a pond in their anthill in case she landed there. The beetles came around and tried to suck up to the ants, but they briskly shooed them off. The faeries were the tellers of the tale; the sighting, after all, had come from their high-flying ally, eagle. The faeries, like the elves, and nymphs, were pretending they might share Adrianna, knowing full well they would rather fight to the death than share her.
The owls had set mint cups out on their oak leaf branches, hoping she would land in one of them. The entire village was abuzz. No one had seen a raindrop here for twenty-two minutes, four hours, and sixty-three days.
One tiny raindrop – named Raindrop Adrianna was spotted in the sky, six seconds ago. Suddenly brothers and sisters were fighting, wrens and robins were not speaking. Faeries and nymphs were lying. It was not unusual for one little harmless raindrop to start world war six, which is why we always name our raindrops after women. The eagles and the owls had not been speaking for decades, over the last raindrop.
Raindrop Adrianna had turned the whole world upside down. She probably had no idea what turmoil she had started, as she had already landed on a grateful red tulip, on the other side of the village. We told Adrianna’s story until World War Seven, which was started by Raindrop Rhoda.
Written 11-16-2018
Contest: The Raindrop Poetry Contest Sponsor: Craig Cornish
The cool raindrops wash over my lush flowers,
a warm gentle breeze caressing blooms and ferns;
the delicate rain, so needed to sustain,
there are Bell, Cone, Corn, and Sun flower towers.
With yellow, purple, pink, red and blue mingling,
oh, how the garden loves these tranquil showers;
fragrant petals of daisies, and violets,
I do not care if it rains hours, hours and hours.
This beautiful garden always for rain yearns,
so needed to sustain, the delicate rain;
in a silent garden one feels God's powers !