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 cloud. I’ll never get out
Indefinitely waiting on flowers to sprout
I realized my title should be gloomy and grey
I went with the name, Rainy Mondays
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 last Friday too
The leaves whisper
With the caterpillars
The rivers playing football
The children of water
The toad is in laughter
The breezes leave rustles in the blades
The larks look on
The flood has robbed a family of life
The relatives weep
The rains stop a little and smile
The window down under my heart
Calls me
It was on a Monday too
Only yesterday as it were
Do you remember?
Your permanent shadow
Arrived on my canvas
The dream painting I am still doing
The rain got jealous
It came down on the shadows heavily
The time got flooded
As the water receded
A little plant raised its head
Got blended with my butter and bread
Moon-flower in the dream
The sunbeams woke me up
Whenever Monday is accompanied
By the rains
The pains of the window
Call me to you
With the windows holding the flowery hues
I look for the brushes
To pick the colour
For the shadows of the rustles
Slowly and softly
The gladioli
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February 21, 2018
Rainy Days And Mondays - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
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.
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 is raining~ again
Listen to, all that den
Little one, get the spoon
Hit the side, to rain's tune
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Contest: Nursery Rhyme 2
Date written: 03/15/2021
I was remembering my mother used to tell me a rhyme that she said her boyfriend wrote to her for Valentine's day. My mother was born in 1901 and was a teenager around 1914 so a very long time ago.
Her friend wrote her this poem:
I love you a little
I love you a lot
I love you enough to fill ten pots
Eight wash tubs and 3 dishpans
So my thoughts for writing this comes from this little poem my mother told me when I was a teenager.
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 my umbrella and went outside
I picked up the paper and went back inside
Though rainy days often give me the blues
It also reigns as the crown of my muse
So I sat back and closed my eyes
Dreaming of sunshine's warm prize
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 a rainy day.
Inspired by another member's poem
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
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 the rain comes the sun"
but that's just words
Let the weather be as it is,
listen to the music of the rain drops
We must love the one we hate most
even on monday's morning
20.02.2018
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Contest sponsored by: Silent One
2nd place in the contest
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 the opera
Tuning her timbre, yet masking her desire
And now
Her contralto; it begins…
Her song breathes across the valley in rhythmical sheets
A symphonic auditorium of liquid splendour
Inciting a libretto of Lyre birds to concert in the mist
A monsoonal medley
Enticing insects to assemble in an ensemble
Their raucous chorus imploring the humid madness
Through a cacophonous chorale
Teasing the tempo from the maestro
As the crescendo climaxes to thunderous applause
Her encore; a sweeping army of waterfalls
Advance upon the sodden valley
Roaring to deafness over
Exploding banks and streams that gouge and tear
And then
It all stops
To a breath of drops…
Leonora Galinta’s contest: Rainy Days
12 September 2014
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….. And they water the grass…
Rainy days keep us inside – guiltless … from neglecting outside chores… And they water the grass…
Rainy days provide opportunities to tend to inside things … like fixing that leaky bathroom faucet….. And they water the grass…
Rainy days give us time to bring stamp and coin collections up to date… or read that new best seller picked up at the book store….. And they water the grass…
Rainy days are perfect for taking care of activated hormones… to see my true love blush when I suggest we need to think of another tricycle motor…. We only have one and we set our goal as three….. And they water the grass…
Rainy days come back to bite you….. They strike when you wipe the sweat off your brow as you struggle behind a lawnmower on hot summer days…. Karma personified…… And they water the grass….
Written by John Posey
9/12/14
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 me the power to share my deep feelings
& emotions.
It hit me tonight to run quickly after the rain,
and that is only the beginning.
Oh! let it rain again & again,let the thunder start
singing a song with the strong rain drops vibrating
like the echo of music from afar.
Walking alone by the ocean I felt heavy drops
of rain flowing down my cheeks mingling with
my tears whispering,its me your friend the rain
again,I haven't much time,I am passing by to
listen to your heart beat & wash away your
fears to run under your feet warm them
with a hug,and hear me convey a message
to your thoughts that i love you.
& decided to carry you away out West,deliver you
to pass sometime with your children,hug them,
love them,talk to them,share with them,sit with
them until I come back to fly you home again.
Here I am back from this memorable panoramic
journey while piloted by the pouring rain,
love the rain,an eternal friend as long as I live.
Therese Bacha
21/5/2013
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 the opera
Tuning her timbre, yet masking her desire
And now
Her contralto; it begins…
Her song breathes across the valley in rhythmical sheets
A symphonic auditorium of liquid splendour
Inciting a libretto of Lyre birds to concert in the mist
A monsoonal medley
Enticing insects to assemble in an ensemble
Their raucous chorus imploring the humid madness
Through a cacophonous chorale
Teasing the tempo from the maestro
As the crescendo climaxes to thunderous applause
Her encore; a sweeping army of waterfalls
Advance upon the sodden valley
Roaring to deafness over
Exploding banks and streams that gouge and tear
And then
It all stops
To a breath of drops…
Leonora Galinta’s contest: Rainy Days
12 September 2014
Somber skies sully an overcast day,
effectively dragging my spirits down.
And especially so on a Monday,
as 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 I prod ahead, acting like a jerk.
It's strange; on other days without sunlight,
I don't get as upset about the rain.
But on a Monday, it just doesn't feel right;
like I'm enduring a self-imposed pain.
I don't pretend to know why this should be,
but rainy days and Mondays sadden me.
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 her taps.
In October's daze, winds start to prance
As ripened boughs pop confetti of dew...
With her voice waltzing across the sky,
She delivers a lining in float of mist
To gather hues from a wondrous ride
As puddles beneath trickles a glow…
Oh, the youngest daughter of Rain
Coasts on moistened stars; then to fade in grace.
Rain Contest
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