Best Rainy Days Poems

I contemplated a suitable description
To sum up my life.  A truthful depiction
I considered a title for a romantic comedy
But I gave up romance, in exchange for monogamy 
Humor is a product of my relentless misfortunes
I’m trapped in a recurrence of Monday mornings
In a permanent...

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It's Monday
The day of the dead leaves and fresh flowers
The dry and wet hours
Like the other days
Of life and death
The desert and the lake
Thousands of the little ponds
The debris waiting for the mansion
Farmers stacking the hay
The trains that run every day

It's Monday
It's raining
As it rained...

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I have no problem
having a little rain in my life 
for it helps to wash away life's troubles. 
So let it rain I'm Okay 
just like a kid 
I'll jump in the puddles....

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My little boy on rainy days
The tin pots are out to stay
On those days very dry
Some hold vegetables; some meat fry

Bang on the unused pots, baby
Today's your day for fun ~maybe
My little boy; make some noise
Little one; use them for your toys
  
Oh! It...

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My alarm clock sounded early that morn
 Just before the rooster crowed for dawn
 I hit the button then turned to snooze
 As thunder rumbled and rain ensued

 The raindrops tempo  on my window pane
Played a rhythmic beat  to thunder's refrain
 I got...

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When you realize it, nothing is funny. 
Not every day in the business world is sunny. 
Stormy weather comes when the barometer falls. 
There can be gale force winds to knock down walls. 
For days like this, stash some cash away. 
Have money available for...

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rainy days train us 
to be strong against the tides ~
swim better through floods 

November 12, 2022

Bite Size Poem no. 56 Poetry Contest 
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier...

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The tears champion ... rain
Harmonic drops from the sky
Just for fun ... could I stop it ?
If action is not stronger than a flower
Monday morning with rhymes and free rhythm
The emotions can not be copied
Keeping me alive, no longer mourning


Everyone is talking about the weather
"After...

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The monsoonal matriarch cradles her pregnant belly 
Delirious with life giving blood from the womb of all nature’s gifts
As she lays distended, expectant and grey
Upon the craggy summits

Her breath billows above the bloated forests
Nurturing ominous notes as she sweeps through the trees
Like the phantom of...

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The rain splashing down 
murmur of the mountain streams 
Autumn will come now 


With overnight rain 
Grows higher every minute 
Dry feet wear high boots








Contest Name: Rainy Days 
Sponsor: Leonora Galinta

- Thanks for my 1st place in the contest, Leonora :)


12.09.2014
A-L Andresen :)
 
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Rainy Days

Rainy days are special – they let your thoughts collect to be placed in reverie to use when needed to summon better times….. And, they water the grass….

Rainy days can bring smiles when blessings are recalled ….. Friends you have met along the way….....

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It's Raining.
Come on my beautiful lady its spring showers 
let us fly with the rain knowing how much you 
love the raining season,living next to the ocean,
my promenade on the sand hand in hand with 
the rain always allows me to regain my strength,
it gives...

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The monsoonal matriarch cradles her pregnant belly 
Delirious with life giving blood from the womb of all nature’s gifts
As she lays distended, expectant and grey
Upon the craggy summits

Her breath billows above the bloated forests
Nurturing ominous notes as she sweeps through the trees
Like the phantom of...

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She drizzles on mounds of brick stones 
Her tresses pouring like silvery mist
Robed in a veil of pewter and crystals,
Fragrant breath spreading a tune
Across the glossed moorland lushly blazed;
Till she refreshes the  prism of grass 
Enchanting the eyes from sterling clouds
While barefoot kids fondle...

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Somber skies sully an overcast day,
effectively dragging my spirits down.
Especially if it's on a Monday;
when my smile tends to flip into a frown.

The stinging droplets burn like acid tears, 
trickling down my cheeks as I walk to work.
And on Mondays, those drops morph into spears
as...

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