Long Naturerain Poems
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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
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We took no notice of a sky turned gray
And the change of brooding gloom
The autumn rain had tiptoed in
We almost missed it's coming, but for leaves
That murmured quick surprise along the eaves
And tapped excitement on the window-pane
But having heard, we left our cozy place
And stepped outdoors to smell the air
To feel the slope of rain upon the face
And could even hear the rustling trees
Dripping wet with sheer delight
Gratefully welcoming tap-dance songs
Of raindrops in the night
Thunder on the horizon
Rumbling through the barren valley
The sound echoes off of moss covered walls
Moss that long ago wilted and died
The sky darkens
The smell of rain fills the senses
It has been a long time
An eternity in the eyes of nature
The plants turn in hope
Animals sniff the air in anticipation
One drop or a deluge
Any rain would help the parched land
For five minutes the black sky opens
The rain falls in thick grey sheets
Filling crevasses and a dead river valley
Flowers bloom
The animals drink their fill
The five minutes end
The rain moves over the mountains
And the drought returns
But for the moment
One brief moment
Live is good for that little valley
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.
The lightning zig- zagged across the wheat belt
A storm was beginning to brew
Thunder rolled in the distance
Like the beating roll of a drum
The clouds became an ever deepening gray
Once light and fluffy, now have turned dark
Dark as the lumps of coal
Clouds now heavily laden with moisture
The rain begins to calmly fall to earth
Suddenly a boom and the heaven's break loose
The rain pelts, the wind pushes and bends
Soaking all within it's path
It's awesome power uncontrolled
The landscape is soaked in minutes
Pools of water become instant lakes
The air becomes cool and fresh
The moisture feeds the prairie land
As the thunder ceases and flashes disappear
The storm quickly moves on.
Rain
Water is power.
Late summer’s rain is falling,
Cleansing the thick air,
Polishing dusty leaves,
Soaking dried out roadways,
Running down the rough bark
Of the old oak tree.
Mighty branches,
Heavy with summer green leaves
Sway under the powerful onslaught.
Water is power.
Without it, no life would exist.
Water washes away dirt, grime, and dust.
I wish it could wash troubled thoughts away,
I would stand in the rain, let it wash away all
Those hurtful memories.
Wash away regrets as well as doubts.
But rain is forgiving.
It does not choose to refresh only some.
It nourishes all alike.
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.
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
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
So what's your status,
Nimbostratus?
Are you here to stay, like old Aunt Gladys?
- To rain and rain until we're glad it's
Not for you to own the day,
But eventually must fade away
Before the steady strugglings of the sun
Which must break through once they've begun
To tear apart your greyish gloom
And give the sunlight proper room
To push along those friendly, fluffy clouds
Through blue skies where you're not allowed.
So go thy way, ignoble cloud!
Carry off that misty shroud
Below which you have so confined us,
And let us put thy wet behind us
And revel in the newborn sun,
It's warmth welcome to everyone.
You overstay your station here
Far beyond what would appear
A decent spate of soft rainfall;
Your prescence doth begin to pall
When you hover close from day to day.
All caught beneath wish you away,
And confer on you non-gratis status,
O aggravating nimbostratus!