Kids Rain Poems | Examples
These Kids Rain poems are examples of Rain poems about Kids. These are the best examples of Rain Kids poems written by international poets.
IN AND OF DECEPTIVE RAINFALL
Rain fell down today,
The kids and I stayed inside;
Rainbowing our minds:-
We played, “Two Lies & A Truth”:
No matter how much rain falls,
We live—free, equal—lives:-
old wooden bus stop
crowded inside to stay dry
kids sing with the rain
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Puddle-jump stomp step.
Squeals of joy – can’t stop.
Little kids frolic in a gumboot dance!
Plip plop!
Drip... drop... drip!
Raindrop-
Little raindrop how long and far did you travel?
How long has it been since I last seen you again?
Have you been busy cleansing the earth and sharing your worth?
Or were you in a river or a lake taking a vacation or a long break?
What about that time you trickled down the mountain and splashed in a natural fountain?
Have you been back up there since or did you just turn to air and go elsewhere?
Remember your time in the ocean and how the waves just kept you going?
How about that time without trying you saved that plant and kept it from dying and remember that Old Oak tree?
Maybe you remember that time you completely washed over me?
What about that time you set my spirit free when I couldn't be?
How come you hang out with clouds of gloom is that a warning to them that the sun is coming out soon?
And what about those days kids wait for you to go away so they can come out and play?
Don't they know your there to wash their fears away?
Your trip is never done but your always willing to soak in.
Because your stronger than rocks and ride the wind.
How much longer and further will you travel till I see you again?
Monsoon’s mellow air had made my mind to
Ponder on life’s past, fast backward and forth,
Till sudden lightning with muted thunder
Made me leave chair to look out of window.
There, resting elbows on a windowsill,
And bending a bit my old, wrinkled self,
I looked around with my deep-set tired eyes--
The children playing with rain in the street.
Above, under a ledge two lovelorn doves
Fluttering wings whilst enjoying rain bath,
And dancing at the same time all but lost.
The roofs of nearby buildings getting wet,
Rain drops making mottled sounds on their surface.
But what drew me out was the childhood face
Of naked neighbourhood kids’ nude visage--
Bare of any mask of life’s adulthood.
And something made me stretch my shaking hand
Out of the window grills trying to catch
Some rain drops. Or was it some childhood thrills?
And as if like a mild electric jolt
A wave spread all through my quivering self,
Which, leaving window and aged body,
Ah, out was in the street with dancing kids,
One more kid dancing along in spirit.
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Musings |27.12.2024| Blank verse. old, child, spirit, rain
I hang on the small
umbrella, but I fail;
a whirlwind snatches it away,
it's more violent than a hungry eagle
swooping down to catch its prey...
all is in shambles, it scares the beagle
that finds shelter in a hallway
of a decayed building nearby:
he is afraid and shakes terribly!
Melancholy was felt when misty rain
made the maples cry as wailing mothers
do for the loss of their infant child;
no eyes looked drearier, their faces
were marked by a pain hard to explain...
they were finally consoled by God
who ordered rainy clouds to unwind,
giving them the comfort they needed.
Moms take care of their kids, doing all they can
and they sacrifice much, they don't buy a dress
to fill their needs; such angels deserve admiration,
walk with them: they've walked with you always!
The melancholy of this misty rain
can never erase anything too precious to us;
all remains intact in our subconsciousness:
sorrows and joys they reawaken! we reawaken
RAINING IN SUMMER
There are some for whom rain is a blessing
After weeks of drought and dry riverbeds
Those precious droplets of cool clear water
Yet hardly enough to restore cracked earth
But welcome, as many rush to fill containers
Kids looking upward to wash their hot faces
Perhaps buried seeds think it may be a trick
But do begin to germinate and grow anyway
Small puddles form on concrete pathways
Soon to evaporate in the returning sunshine
A small, needed reminder of natural forces
That after such a little while, set our futures
It’s a thoughtful moment, before moving on
At Vacation Bible School
Vacation time was a blast, on a bus for rent
Bible in hand we entered the small tent
School was out and we were content
Jordan and I had wild crazy intent
Vacation with other kids was fun
Bible set in place, we had nowhere to run
School of parables beneath a hot sun
Jordan and I couldn't be undone
Vacation came and went I left for colledge
Bible in hand I chose the path of knowledge
School was not for Jordan he didn't have th edge
Jordan chose a trade but at eighteen he took a pledge
Vacations of the past were fun so he returned to school
Bible in hand he taught them how to read with cool
School was out and the boy was no fool
Jordan went and found Gina who knew the rule
Together they had babies and stayed in love for a lifetime
taking their little ones to church every Sunday, rain or shine !
The dusky eve in country meads
In rainy weather rainy day
All trees were standing stony still
While kids in street with boats they play
The water smiled and flowed in lake
And smiled all time the mirthful gulls
As silent as a painted scene
To throbbing heart to itself pulls
In watery fields they stood like saints
As in a ritual in a pray
So far so far I stood in awe
A single word I cannot say
Thousands of Questions in my mind
Hide and seek as if they play
Seagulls are mad in natures love
As mad as any one can be
The weeds' the lake, the ancient wood
Surpassed the every scene in glee
Oh nature such angels of mirth!
You cant and cant in all world see
The smiling blooms all smiled at them
While leaves composed a beauty tune
The gushing water gushed in mirth
With icy flakes with sleety tune
In sullen morns in mournful eves
When sadness sends her gloomy rays
They sooth me with their beauty sight
Forever in my heart they stay
In greenish vale on watery lake
No worldly painter paint such scene
In darkish nights of waning moon
They shine with an unearthly sheen
RAIN
cloudburst
strong downpour
kids in small puddles
played while soaked in water
wet lips showed smiles and laughter
“Rain will take our sorrows and pains”
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It's shower time for nature,
The drenched leaves shake themselves free,
The breeze dances with moisture,
Clouds are on a raining spree;
The power of the drizzle,
Thirst quenched of the parched earth's throat,
Tall trees rustle and sizzle,
Kids are pleased with paper boats;
Flowers rain-kissed are dizzy,
Raindrops plop down on puddles,
The streets are wet and busy,
It's time for some tea cuddles;
Rain stirs the heart, mind and soul,
And stops the sun from glowing,
Damp beats dripping chords cajole,
Sublime is the tune flowing.
10th November 2022
For Sotto Poet's "Inspiring Rainy Days" contest
Drifting among the lazy deep Azure sky of blue.
I gather unto myself the misty morning dew.
Creating pillows of beautiful towering wonder.
Where kids and adults try to see animals as they ponder.
On a warm summer day a chill is brought in from the wind.
As the darkness changes my beauty, a beckoning storm begins.
A swift wind moves me eastward at a surprising fast clip.
Deadly lightning and thunder fearfully to the ground it hits.
I see my people run for cover and I start to cry with drops of rain.
Knowing that in my Nature I can be the bearer of great pain.
Alas, Gaia is nourished with my tears as I return to glory.
A vestige of a rainbow is painted across the sky to tell my story.
It’s pouring down rain, big puddles on the street,
School is out, at the bus stop the kids all meet.
The girls have red capes and carry umbrella’s,
Black boots and raincoats are worn by the fella’s.
At home I’ll change into my PJ’s made of silk,
Then Mom will give me some cookies and milk.
splashing in puddles
left to their own devices...
just kids being kids
Date written: 04/23/2022
All night unto dawn
a gentle sweetness – a soft rain
a comforting...
slow dreaming droplets
in a watery falling.
I overhear soccer moms backing-out of driveways,
the last moment rumpus of heel-dragging kids.
The mail van trundles-by
Trains merge with geese
in long slipstreams of sound.
then a solicitous quiet
as the land listens to itself
breathing.
The sky is wet but not drowning,
it floats on flowing wind-waves
that wash against my mind
as a tender caress.
All is well,
the world is a child again.