Best Spring Rain Poems
spring rain overnight
dragging winter's chill...
the butterfly
A golden sun climbs higher still
Warming the night away
Roosters voices float 'pon the breeze
Spring calls come out and play
Tomorrow a storm might come
With torrents of cold rain
Thunder and lighting flashing round
A chill in the air again
Rain that washes the gold pollen
And purifies the air
Also giving a thirst quenching drink
To buds who'll blossom fair
Spring love reach deep within the soul
Let the spring fever rise
Don't douse the flames burning hotter
Those glowing embers apprise
Only a few golden spring days
Then summer's fervent heat
Rest in the arms of spring my love
Soon our journey's complete
Let's burn away the last of daylight's
Hours, embraced in love's flame
Planting memories of our fire
That will live on untamed
The rain fell gently through the night
It tapped upon my window pane
Like friends from days of long ago
Who called for me to come and play
I listened for a child like voice
But only heard the cold wet wind
It moaned and whispered in my ear
Until it calmly died away
This call I will not answer now
I'll stay within my cozy den
I'll sit beside my friendly fire
And listen to the rain come down
And here I'll rest and dream and sigh
While nature plays her lullaby
(free flowing sonnet)
spring rain
ten-thousand frog croaks collapse
a rain-soaked silence
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The spring rain
Stirs my senses__my gain
Soft pit-a-patter music__wind chimes
The pit-a-patter brings to my mind poems, lines, rhymes
Saturated by these scents_sounds in the spring times
Soft tender fig gives off scent again
Wisteria wafts twain
The Spring Rain
(Trois Par Huit...No catergory with this name..)
"Sunshine's rousing cheers echo the day in as clouds move made anew." Quote by poet
Rain is coming, and the sky is gray.
Staring out the window while nature is waiting
For the welcoming rain this season of May.
The first drops fall, earthly petrichor weighing
In palms, hooking to surface of plants and dry soil.
Like bubbles, falling droplets are captivating.
Stunning with strokes of raindrops enhancing the soil.
Flowers, a vibrant ambience, rousing the day.
Climbing old stones, vines adorn that weave and coil.
Once clouds have purged, air is fresh, and sun rays spray.
Refreshing rain rests upon the earth's breast;
Blue jays, red cardinals, and hummingbirds play.
Days chuckle; plump latent seedbeds nest.
While frisky squirrels bound across seeds that rest.
wet cheeks not spring rain….
distinction applied by God
man sheds tears when sad
*Haiku for “The natural thing to do contest.”
Living on a mountain top in Vermont "Spring Showers" are very dangerous
With several feet of snow still covering the rocky terrain above the tree line
a recue unit is always prepared for the fools that climb the cliffs; unprepared
They pay no heed to the weather report: Spring Showers today and tomorrow
on top of a mountain the rain falls and creates tiny rivers under the snowdrifts
A slow rain tears the bottom layer of snow away with a sheet of ice at its base
The potential now for an Avalanche just rose 80%.Are there fools climbing today?
every fifteen minutes, the rescue squad check their gear. The thermo body raps,
Snowshoes, Snow spikes, heat sensored depth poles,helmets with red, yellow,
and green push on lights, two way radios;checked batteries,Coffee and Whiskey
When one lives up here long enough; You can hear the snowdrifts : drifting
It has been raining for almost 48 hours,as raindrops keep falling my fears rise
Down in the Valleys, they cherish the April Showers,looking forward to May Flowers
I have to go now and call on my ham operator radio for assistance.The alarm is
ringing, the Snow is rumbling down the side of the Mountain.You asked to tell why
we do or do not like Spring Showers. I will tell YOU when and if I Return.
April 15, 2013 for the Contest : "Spring Showers" Sponsored by "Russell Sivey"
refreshing spring rain
flowers unfold their beauty....
dawn of summer growth
For Contest: Strict Haiku 2
Sponsored by: Charles Henderson
SPRING RAIN
an early spring rain
by a patch of ugly snow
grass is greening up
an early spring rain
everything hangs it’s like
looking through the clouds
such a dreary day
drop… drop… drop…
…chinese torture
please. come on and rain!
Dave Austin
"Spring Rain" she was named by her father Chief Many Horses.
Through her veins the hot blood of the majestic Comanche courses!
The young maiden crushed the hearts of many dashing braves,
But to be free to chase the vagabond winds is all she ever craves!
Her father willed her a handsome colt when she was but a little girl.
She named him "Big Thunder" - his coat was akin to that of a pearl!
Her raven hair streamed behind her as she clasped "Big Thunder's" mane!
Ah! Sweet communion with Mother Earth as they raced across the plain!
She preferred the buffalo hunt or spearing fish from tranquil shores,
To tanning hides, preparing pemmican and other such mundane chores!
Her father tutored the budding princess to assume the role of Chief.
She ever looked beyond the horizon to bring her people needed relief!
She fought in many battles and counted coup much to the Chief's chagrin.
She could be heard shouting the "Comanche Yell" above the battles' din!
Her battle cry was ever, "Great White Father, leave my people be!
It is our land the Great Spirit has given us! We just want to live free"
Alas, Chief Many Horses was killed in battle and she assumed his role.
To smoke the peace pipe and make a better life for the tribe was her goal.
Sadly, the Comanche won many battles but eventually lost the war,
But Spring Rain, the only female Chief, will be remembered forever more!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Placed No. 5 inConstance's "Rain, The Story" Contest - January 2011
charcoal-smudged heavens
distant rumbles edge closer
first spring rain welcomed
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(C) 29th April 2017
Includes the seasonal phrase harusame / spring rain.
Entered in "One Haiku - Old or New..." contest, sponsored by Rick Parise.
(10th Place)
Spring Rain For Hindenburg
2 Spring fronts had gathered on the East Coast
Creating an overcharged atmosphere.
Germany to 'Jersey'--3 days at most--
The "Floating Palace" had Max Pruss to steer.
804 ft. long! Quite Gigantic!
With 97 passengers and crew,
78 ft. shy of 'Titanic',
16 cells of hydrogen's how she flew.
200 ground crew (soaked) cast mooring line
As 12 hours late, she came in high and game.
The Hindenburg: "Titanic of the sky"...
Took 35 souls as she burst in flame.
~by deborah burch©
5/07/2012
DOYLESTOWN SPRING RAIN
I watch the sky begin to fill,
with clouds that roll and pitch until,
all Heaven seems so black and bleak,
then lightning makes a sudden streak,
and blows the southwind to its will.
The air so fresh it brings a high,
as I breath in the falling sky,
and darkened, all of space now seems,
engulfed in thundering that screams,
and makes the world think it could die.
The first raindrops now hit the ground,
the joy of it is all around,
each budding leaf breaks through its pain,
now free to come out in the rain,
and here is love that's seldom found.
Now falling fast and falling free,
blown in the wind that has to be,
the rain sets in and for the night,
a steady rhythm--cool and light,
and lulls to sleep the deep of me.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
The wind crept up - the skies ever so dark
Black, slick, clouds and calamity enters thy soul
Dreary! It chatters and limbs they fly
No sun upon thy face - beaming with hue
Those clouds they swarm in darkness
Rain - it pours - flooding the earth
Bewildered I look up at this blustering sky
The trees are dead, It's spring - yes death
Roses in the ground with the trickling raindrops
The April showers - You haven't a clue
True grit! The soil now nurtured
The roots - feeding on this phenomena
And yet when the sun shines soon
Day after day - trees will come to life
And roses in bloom- life after winter death
In awe I see this beautiful imagery
In my brain, as I see the pouring rain
My mind - I visualize - the beauty
Thus, why does it expose calamity?
Beauteous be the wonder in my eyes
And how I love those dark dreary skies
A rosebud in my teeth - I see
Is extraordinary and so is the tree
Let there be rain as it nurtures the soil
And with the chatter of the wind, let there be turmoil
Again in my brain, I can truly love this day
I see life in the rain that is pouring today.