Rain Poems | Examples of Rain Poetry

"Lost, in a fight for survival, a man refuses to succumb to a harsh wilderness." - quote by poet. A great aerial adventure comes to A harrowing end for one man. His hot air balloon malfunctions; It comes crashing down in the middle Of a...

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The whirlwind rolled in rings at the eyewall, Wild gale blew through the open tropical field. I'd forgotten to close the windows tight, And the ensuing rain inundated each inch of my niche. The hurricane hurriedly stripped the veld of its peace. Dry air pacified the expanse of the grassland, The massive flood drained into a sunken cesspool, My thoughts swayed to...

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porch swing raining no scares free air small girl unfurl back, forth ghosts storm lightning blending lost flash backlash time meant ringlets rocking, rocking...

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A young crow carries them- selves meticulously, screening their surroundings. Too wary to engage with others, but always so observant. A golden jewel shines in a parking lot corner. Tempting the young crow’s eyes. Their bill clutches on, fragile by nature, it breaks. Glass shards pierces their tongue, blood cascades on- to the concrete as the jewel dismantles. Remnants of...

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I once met a girl whose name was Heather, whatever she wore ‘twas always leather. It rained, it poured, we got all wet, She said, “this leather smells like sweat”, Before each date, she now checks the weather. ...

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There he was still as a windless night, As if adorned in the drapes of the stormy sky, His shield covering the faintest shimmer's plight. The candle held on to its whispering glow, On the shores of the unending sea, It held on in the ruthless wind's blow. Why the ritual of protecting a such memory, In the great winds of every...

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WHITE LACE AND PROMISES* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~> leaden skies speak of rain raw winds whistle through branches ~ plum trees wear white bridal lace promises *Note: “White lace and promises” are words from a Carpenter’s song, “We’ve Only Just Begun.” ...

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The natives have (since the seventh month peeped through the lean crescent eye of the moon) worn cloaks of festivities. They dance the rites, squelching proudly in mud and green pools of water. On their heads are smouldering fires of corns And pears, and ingredients of a lush season. Behold their mothers’ breasts! Flopping tonelessly with life and ceremonial milk. The engaging flesh of birth. And their...

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Constant thunder, but no blubbering - the clouds are dry, dark, sultry; and the soil is crying out for alcohol - A little drink of pink champagne or whisky sour cocktail. No umbrella! Squeeze out the plenipotentiary sopped-up water and let the thunderclouds rip, and roar with delightful glee. Birds and insects, in hideaway, humming softly, resting. ...

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pain is like a storm rivers of tears overflow with cold chill and flood sharp arrows from the dark clouds pierce into my hope for joy strong wind whips my heart hurting my spirit and soul but not my firm faith...

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The rain remembers sacred names Etched in dust and carved in flames, It weeps for those who dared to stand With calloused hearts and outstretched hand. Each drop a verse the skies once wrote On burning hills, on shattered hope, But still it falls, a balm, a sign That grace returns in perfect time. ...

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Today I am grateful for understanding the beauty of each raindrop. as they fall on to the mountains, the rivers and the plains… and how when all the raindrops come together… they add their the beauty of the rain. And I can only hope that one day we will al understand the beauty of each human The beauty in the...

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May we understand…no matter who we are… Our gender, our religion, our nationality our name The rain that falls from the sky nourishes all of us the same. And may we all someday be blessed In the time for us that still remains… To do our best when it comes to one another To be more like the rain ...

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In the mountains one of our favorite activities..because of all that it contains… is to sit out on our porch and experience the rain. Rain is free…it comes with no expectations…no restrictions…no expenses It is a beauty to behold….a gift for all our senses. We usually hear the rain announce itself…letting us know she’s on her way when the distant...

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