Funny Rain Poems | Examples
These Funny Rain poems are examples of Rain poems about Funny. These are the best examples of Rain Funny poems written by international poets.
I sit and write and write and sit
small bird flies down, tiny tidbit
her movements funny, she entertains
a flash of red on a day that rains
The mission was simple;
To save the whole planet
From white clouds
Lies the troopers
The wind howled
As they fell down
A headfirst dive
At the speed of sound
Death is a friend of the Earth
They thought, as they fell across the sky
I am the savior of the Earth
But I know not how or why
Today they made a sacrifice
That little drop of rain
But it went over our heads
Life seems still and same
Thud
They disintegrate into the hungry plants
They watch their friends get absorbed
This perilous journey they undertook
For the good of our world
I f*cking love the rain.
Storms are even better.
I love to hear of your canceled plans
As you stand there, getting wetter
I adore the miserable faces it brings
To everyone but me
I ache for the sound of chain it makes
As it rattles absently
If my friend is joined by thunder, lightning, floods and all;
I feel awash and truly blessed,
By the sway of it all
What occurs so blissful to me
in the symphony of splash,
Is the the 200 voices that are in my head;
Concur rather than clash
I'm trying to count on these fingers the umbrellas
I've lost on windy days: wasn't it hard chasing them?
And swallowing raindrops, I challenged the mayhem!
Wasn't it funny laughing at the desperate fellows?
I'm drenched and so mad walking home a half mile,
doing this weary walk was a mere, worthless dime;
the nicest lady invited me in, " Drunk some tea, Jeff,
it'll do you good: wait until this rain tempers off! "
We chat while drinking tea and eating a delicious cake,
" I just moved in a week ago, I love this peaceful town! "
Lilian exclaims with a delightfulness of cheerful clown;
I thank her saying," Not many people can really bake! "
I get up and hug her, she does resemble my pretty mom,
" You are welcome anytime, neighbor; the door is always open! "
And with joyfulness in her glance, she's broken her norm;
I look up and sunlight peaks through: I wave at the pale sun!
You fell in October, like autumn leaves
Funny it was a hot day.
The avocado tree was budding.
I knew you only a short while,
But it broke me to see your mother cry.
She was inconsolable.
And I thought I was strong,
But my tears could not be kept at bay.
Your friends gathered by your side,
Oh what love they had for you.
Your lover had mourned all he could,
He was the strongest,
Not one tear.
They built you a house in the ground,
So they said.
They built you a bed, never to rise
So I said.
And in love they gathered around you.
And laid you in it.
That was the hardest,
Interred you in red loam.
And this was the finality,
Who would have known?
That your laughter would be so short,
Thirty and one years?.
They said we had to embrace death.
Even come to love and desire it.
He visits one and all.
His cynical finality.
It was hot and sunny today,
But you fell like October rain.
When heaven heaved in storm clouds,
As they entrenched you underground.
When will it, stop raining?
Stop the plip and the plop.
When will it, stop raining?
My gardens a bog.
When will it, stop raining?
I’m living in fog.
If it doesn’t, stop raining.
I’m buying a frog!
Dancing in the rain in the UK
The water is pouring and pounding down
And I'm dancing no doubt looking insane,
But I can feel the rain's rhythm as it beats down,
As it rebounds off the ground again and again,
Each raindrop creates a ripple as it rebounds
Each raindrop has its own sound rain is not plain
It's nature's beat to invite you to move your feet
Let dancing to nature's beat wash away all your troubles
You might get wet wet wet having a blast skipping through puddles
Go dance in the rain if you live in the UK do it definitely,
We might as well try to enjoy the cards we've been delt unfortunately,
Because the rain rain doesn't go away in the UK
It's still here come mothers washing day
Thank god for tumble dryers for the 360 days where its raining it's pouring
The old man is snoring he went to bed and bumped his head and couldn't go to work in the morning because the rain was still bloody pouring.
My friend once sighed
That he watches planes fly by
And wonders where they’re going.
The world’s tempo beats on.
I, too, prefer to stop along
The way and watch a small thing.
I congratulate the weed
That grew from a wayside seed
And survives in the sidewalk’s crack.
I notice when raindrops descend
That the roads shine iridescent
Then dry again to a flat black.
I observe a bird’s funny walk –
Watching its head bob and cock –
Such a comedian!
I sit aside the freeway by the river
To watch busy cars drive there –
So calm I am.
My first sleepover
was when I was almost eight,
camping with my friend.
Our tent wasn't store-bought,
just a tarp wrapped around some
stacked-up bails of straw.
We lived on a farm;
did I mention that before,
or did I skip that?
Anyway, we did;
and that's how we went camping
when I was a boy.
We weren’t set up yet,
when suddenly, it's raining
and we're getting soaked.
My friend's mom got us
and rushed us into the barn,
all muddy and wet.
She told us straight off
we'd have to sleep in that barn;
so I ended up
sleeping in a stall.
I still smile when recalling
that experience.
This poem is dedicated to anyone who has a garden…
and trees!
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The God of the Sun said, “This ought to be fun,
just watch that girl sat on the sand.
When I make the sun shine the sight will be fine,
she’ll rub sun cream in with her hand.”
And indeed, down below, when a hot sun did glow
the Sun God had got it quite right.
He said, as she creamed from her head to her toe,
“Is that not a sensual sight?”
The God of the Rain said, “That old trick again;
she’s lovely but you shouldn’t gloat,
for she’s creamed in vain; cos when I make it rain,
she’ll give her right arm for a coat!”
The Rain God preached loud and ordered some cloud.
Torrential rain battered the beach.
Thus whiteness prevailed in the sun bathing crowd,
as though all that sun cream was bleach.
The God of the Wind scowled through lips that were thinned,
“I guess you both think that you’re funny.
But I’ll make you laugh if I call up a draught,
for that will beat rainy or sunny.
“Your sun is the summer; your rain is the spring,
but autumn is when my wind breathes,
and I’ll prove that wind is the funniest thing…
You see that guy sweeping up leaves?…………..
If I could climb on top of a cloud
I’d have the world’s coziest mattress
A cumulus quilt that’s softer than down
And beneath it, a silk sheet of stratus
A nimbus puff to pillow my head
With matching lenticular duvet
And perhaps I’d get an extra set
In sunset pink and stormy gray
Some say I must surely be insane
For I’d be doomed if out of bed I fell
But in the likeliest event of rain
I’m more worried that my bed will wet itself.
I have a woman.
I’m proud to call her my wife.
Some give theirs’ nicknames, ‘her indoors’ and ‘the trouble and strife’
Now, I have my flaws and they are many and vast.
I think like a man, slowly and ‘at last’!
But my wife asks me to hang the washing out in the rain!
Her argument for using the balustrade and radiators to me seems pretty lame!
They dry out too quickly!
They dry out too fast!
So, while it’s overcast and drizzling the wind will still give them a blast!
Now, I have a chunter as I’m stood outside getting my bald head wet! She says that there’s sense in her logic though I can’t see it being approved by Spock from Star Trek!
If they get wet we can give them a spin! Then wait for some sunshine to hang them out again!
The weather app says it’s going to clear up - so that’s what you’ll do. Get out there in the drizzle and hang the washing out you fool.
Storms and gales are closing in
Heavy rainfall we just can't win
Hail and thunder lightning too
Prediction dire and possibly true.
Weather forecast no big surprise
Take to my bed refuse to rise
Sounded just awful, so very bleak
Elements grim it's warmth I seek.
Electric blanket thermostat high
Hyperthermia unlikely in comfort I lie
Blizzard warning maelstrom of snow
Temperature dropping mercury low.
Icicles decorate our old tree
Arthritic branches a bit like me
Best to hibernate winter away
When spring flowers bloom~Liberté
At the beginning of April,
We hear two things:
Joking around,
And hopping into spring
The "April Fools" concept,
It's a bit of a mess...
Everyone trying to
Exhibit some "finesse".
I've indeed been pranked,
At least once today.
But I don't think it's funny,
In the same type of way.
The second foolish aspect
It that "May flowers" will come.
But I live in Michigan,
So that's a little dumb.
So, in the end
I really don't understand.
Why April even exists
I say it be banned...
One rainy afternoon as I was driving
Taking precautions necessary when the roads are wet and slick
Suddenly, a thought occurred to me, what thought, you ask
The rain is like sin!
The windshield wipers are like God wiping our sins away
The rain continues to come, what does that tell you?
We keep on sinning and God keep on forgiving us
Whenever I turn on my wipers, remembering the thought
Funny how we worry more about what people think of us
Rather than what God thinks of us
To see the rainbow, first you must endure the rain
The water will flow when you get the picture
If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it
When you experience happy moments, praise God
When you experiencedifficult moments, seek God
When you experience quite moments, worship God
When you experience painful moments, trust God