Long Naturerain Poems
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Spain in Rain Falls
There’s something different
About the rain in Spain
And being an English man
And well versed in rainfall
I should know a thing or two
About rain
It still falls horizontal
Occasionally with a side to side wiggle
But it seems to land with a different splatter
And the ringlet pools in puddles
Seem to matter
More
The thrumping, drumming trickles and rivers
Have an alternate way
Of running down the road side gutters
And there is a coastal tinkle
In expanses formed by the space of sea
So close to the sky grey
People do not rush in the rain
They understand this brief refreshment
And draw it in through sun-baked pores
Drink it in on dry parched throats
Many weeks may pass before its cool embellishment
Returns to break the dusty heat
Its almost as if you can hear the dry ground soaking
Drinking, shlurping, on the straws of greedy roots
And every leaf is a green extended tongue
With closed eyes savours the feel of water
As it plinkers and splotters
Leaping in sprays off their wet leafy diving boards
And the mood seems slowed, patient, waiting
And every where you go there is a warm glow of unspoken appreciating
Smiling; the clouds do not feel heavy
And the sky still reflects its blue
And the rain is there just reminding you
Of the long days of desiccant sun yet to come
The all is basking, washing under arm nooks and niches
Where the dusty days have gathered
Everything is stretching revitalized as if from a weary sleep
Shaking and rattling with incessant drips and drops
Sounds like laughter echoed from a thousand swimming pools
Repeated by every blade of grass
Even ones eyes are relieved from straining
The blanket droplet laden cotton sky
Hangs a shade of diffuse balm on ones retina
Instead of squinting in sunglass bright glaring
Can see the deeper hues of dampened colour
Crisp, clean pervades
With a slow unencumbered sense of peace
Yes, there is something different
In the rain, in Spain
Something expansive, more spiritually deliberative
And being an Englishman hailing from that bleak raining land
Am well versed in all the aspects of water-fall
I should know a thing or two
About rain
How graceful the gentle breeze;
A new dawning of ageless beauty,
The complete surrounding of pretty blooms to be
And the carpet of the sweetest grass
All create the Spring this life has grown to know.
The freshness of a new world
Embraced by a willing blue sky,
There is just so much to live for
As one looks beyond the seeds to sow.
The tuning of Time delivers new birth
With infant animal young
And soft showers of rain
Caress lands with its innocent glow.
How plentiful this glorious calm;
The harvest now ready to reap,
The abundant earth a great provider
Beneath a starry eyed sun.
This is Summer of warm nights and warmer days,
A time of inviting oceans of an immaculate sheen.
The pure cotton like clouds
To the shepherds delight,
Golden sands hot to the touch
And restful hours beside trees of brilliant green.
How colourful the falling leaves;
Patterns forming underfoot,
The ground now a mosaic.
A classic Autumn rhythm
And a time of great reflection,
An inspiration for soulful walks.
Rushing tides and the crisp white spray,
Dark blue grey skies and their cleansing rain
Fresh dreams on promised lands,
A night time friend towards an eventful day.
How peaceful Earth is;
The tender white satin covered land,
Diamond like stars in a black sky
And the magical essence of Christmas.
Here is Winter of perfect ivory
Of red berries and evergreen,
Joys on frozen lakes and ornamental icicles.
The gentle sound of trickling streams
And the chorus of a romantic scene.
As Life passes by with its now crystalline ground
Ready for the new year,known but unseen.
Springtime rain brings fresh array
of flowers east to west.
The Rockies’ red and purple tufts
of mountain pride are best.
And mats of foliage named moss pink face south to get the sun
while buttercups put forth large blooms
so not to be outdone.
Then comes the rain to bleak terrain
where gloriously unfolds
alongside barren roads - in patches -
desert marigolds.
Mojave yucca, blue lupines,
and sego lily whites
with Indian prairie fire flowers
paint the deserts bright.
And common flowers of the fields
in every place abound.
Sweet Joe-Pye weed; Black-eyed Susan
push up from the ground.
The California poppy makes
a patchwork orange and blue
while dandelions most unloved
will countless seedlings spew.
In southern marshes blossom too
the water hyacinths,
making of the waterways
pesky labyrinths.
In northern streams grow pussy willows
naked with no petals,
and somewhere on a touch-me-not
a bumblebee now settles.
Blossoming in woodlands now
are flowers in the shade,
but most prefer the sunlight of
an open forest glade.
The wild columbine dressed blue
and handsome in the breeze,
fragrant like the violet,
gives nectar to the bees
All across the country
there awaken everywhere,
each in their appointed region,
wild flowers fair.
Daisies, clover, daffodils
and lovely Queen Anne’s lace.
They briefly stay, but we can see
more fully nature’s grace!
(now for PD's Contest on Best Flower Poem)
For Constance La France's mini-contest: Wild Flowers
The rain is all around the place.
Springtime rain falls at a steady pace.
Water is the life-giver of the earth.
A gift to all from heaven.
Forever earth be blessed.
Winter’s steadfast grip has finally let go.
Once again, it’s time for the flowers to grow.
The falling rain is their wake-up call.
In a plethora, see the children fall.
Diminutive raindrops descend from the sky.
Resembling diamonds, all over the earth they lie.
Like little gems of inestimable worth,
see the little shoots surge out of the earth.
It’s a spring shower.
Let’s go out into the rain.
We’ll get soaking wet.
By Robert Pettit for Constance LaFrance’s Nature Four-In-One contest.
Oft' we've heard that trite and tiresome old cliche':
"Rain! Rain! Go away and come again another day!"
Excuse me, but I happen to hold a different point of view.
I like the rain along with a tad of lightning and thunder too!
Nearly every afternoon the heavens become dark and overcast.
Praise the Lord! We'll get some blessed rain at last!
Alas, 'tis not to be since not a threatening cloud remains;
The storm skips over us, dousing instead the Kansas plains!
Rain! Rain! Won't you come and drench my thirsty lawn?
If it doesn't happen soon, my wish for pretty roses is foregone!
The grass is so very sparse, utterly brown and barren,
That it has the appearance of the vast and arid Saharan!
The Chamber of Commerce boasts of skies sunny and clear,
So hordes of tourists come to enjoy the exquisite beauty here.
So what if a little rain spoils their pla what a dirty shame!
If they don't like it, they can return to whence they came!
I've done the Rain Dance and knelt to pray on ben'ded knee,
To proffer to that Meteorologist in the Sky my fervent plea!
Only He determines whether we deserve a drenching rain or sun.
There ain't much we can do about it, when all is said and done!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 2 in Destroyer's "Best Rain Poem" - Contest - July 2011
Shapes of cotton wool clinging to each other
Shutting out the sun with its white and grey cover
The air becomes thick as clouds start to darken for rain
Thunder rumbles faintly at first the flash, then thunder again
Before the storm arrives the air is so suppressive
The stormy clouds approaching look so impressive
The air is still not a sound can be heard
Nothing can be heard now not even a bird
As the storm starts to rage explosive thunder booms
Animals scatter for cover as impending danger looms
Large spots of rain falling slowly at first
Drowning the dry earth with its power at its worst
The storm is more powerful as it gets nearer
The storm clouds above stop the sky being clearer
The rain pounds down as the storm is in full force
This continues as it follows its intended course
Rain bounces high as it strikes the dry ground
The animals are sheltering they are not around
The clouds are passing slowly on their way elsewhere
They can hear the thunder in the distance over there
The storm at its height is raging not abating
Rolling over hills and dales havoc its creating
Forcing upon us the extreme weather conditions
When the thunder speaks everyone listens
We took no notice of a sky turning gray
Upon the ever changing, brooding afternoon
The rain at last, that finally tiptoed in
We almost missed the laughter, but for leaves
That murmured quick surprise along the eaves
And tapped with chatter on the window-pane
But having heard, we left our cozy place
And stepped outside into the evening air
To feel the slope of rain upon our faces
And could even hear the rustling trees
Pitter patter, dripping laughter
With song of raindrops in the night
~
prelude to bedtime
rain comes as a child
behind leaden eyes
and indignation
sky puckers up
with an angry brow
and brooding face
sputtering
with warm tears-
howling pleas
day weeps
til’ night
sleeps
~
Do not cry or lament the rain
Just look for where the rainbow begins
~
a sobering sky
spills a tear upon the dust...
earth's quivering chin
~
Free Verse/Nonet/Crystalline/Haiku
Delicate verdant leaves on the Weeping Willow dance in the brisk wind like a harem dancer's
sheer covering. The sighing of the pines sounds like a cymbal gently playing. As rain
droplets sparse and large touch bounce upon late winter's earth, gray amassed clouds pass
over at a moderate rate speed...Then stillness__Is this the quiet before the major storm or
only a repose giving the turbulance a break from blowing in the storm from the west? The
Star Magnolia that was devoid of flowers yesterday fifteen open in different stages..Will the
harsh wind and rain destroy their beauty and let only such a brief life be theirs? The
Japanese Magnolia has flowers open in different stages with more on it than ever a year
before..The Bradford Pear buds opened during the cold late winter's night gracing all who
pass with their gracious beauty...Yes, as in life the storm did blown with harsh winds and
chilling rain...Damage was done to the lovely spring buds and blooms..After the storm, the
survivors were hanging on with a quiet strenght..
Sunlight shining through the clouds
To warm this dreary day
Taste of the misting rain upon my lips
Daffodils like gold begin to sway
I feel the breeze blow through my hair
And smell the morning dew
The only thing that is missing
Is me having you
I walk along this narrow path
The trees beginning to bud
Hoping that I can find you
As my shoes slosh in the mud
The tulips red like fire
Set my soul ablaze
As I continue searching
Afraid I’ve lost my way
Calling out your name
A bird returns my call
It makes me really sad to think
I’m alone after all
*For Five Senses/ Five Elements contest
Sunlight shining (seeing) Daffodils like gold (metal)
Misting rain on my lips (tasting) Sunlight shining (fire)
Smell the morning dew (smelling) Misting rain (water)
Bird returns my call (hearing) Trees beginning to bud (earth)
Rain upon my lips (touching) Breeze blow through my hair (wind/ air)
The storm was unrelenting,
Possessed of a fury unmatched by anything he had ever seen.
The wind blew the rain towards the ground in regimented and precise layers,
Legions of droplets descending on the earth like some vast army.
In stark contrast to the disciplined layering of the falling lifeblood of the clouds,
Sheets of water whipped violently about in intricate patterns on the path,
Raging and frothing forward in the manner of a screaming barbarian horde.
He stood in the midst of it all,
Watching gusts of wind propel walls of rain at him.
As they hit him they dispersed into their separate components,
Letting him feel the sting of each individual droplet against his chilled body.
All of a sudden the heavens erupted, spewing forth a bolt of lightning
With a peal of thunder mightier than the most glorious battle-cry.
He watched it race to earth,
Forcing the night sky to shed its dark cloak and reveal all in one awe-inspiring moment,
Captured in time and memory.