Rhyme Rain Poems | Examples
These Rhyme Rain poems are examples of Rain poems about Rhyme. These are the best examples of Rain Rhyme poems written by international poets.
On those dreary days
when skies are grey
and all the clouds are black
hey that's me I'll be
running through the raindrops
in my torn and worn out mac
it may be gloomy yet
when the weather's wet
and the dismal day is dark
that's me you'll see
splashing through the puddles
out there in the nearest park
I love a rainy day a rainy day is fine
I gotta say altho' I love a rainy day
in November I prefer your sunshine
Your song serenades
A whisper, a prayer
Light as a feather
That's breathing fresh air
Clouds can't discern notes
A pitter, a patter
But they mimic your song
Midst raindrop clatter
Like tears from Heaven
A whisper, a prayer
Light as a feather
That cleanses dispair
Today I’m grateful I’m still able live a life
like when I was a child dancing outside on a rainy day
smiling
laughing
arms waving freely
unafraid of getting wet
enjoying every raindrop
and ever step along the way.
right winds blew...
...left clouds bobbing
night winds too...
...left clouds sobbing
They see the storm, the pouring rain,
And whisper low, "Destruction again."
Yet who has thought when thunder cries,
It's nature's voice that fills the skies?
A desperate scream, a broken plea,
Begging for help, for harmony.
It never chose this fate of fear,
It's path was carved, it's end made clear.
The storm was never born to scare,
It only carried what it must bear.
For wouldn't it wish, if it had the say,
To bloom like spring, to shine like day?
To dress the earth in glitter and gold,
Make roses blossom, skies unfold
Not tear the petals, not dim the light,
Not turn the heavens to endless night.
It can't choose the wars it fights,
Not what it shatters in sleepless nights.
And that is why I love the rain,
The thunder's song, the storm's refrain.
I'd stand for hours beneath it's tears,
And listen close it calms my fears.
For as the earth must weep to mend,
So too must humans... to let go, to transcend.
Smiles of roses in our garden wither,
As the wings of our love mid-air dither,
Our songs are sung without their melody,
We live our lives in black and white,
Our love's colours stolen by the rainbow,
With our cloudy skies missing the stars' glow,
Rather our lean cheeks bear the pool of tears,
Enough to form two times the Pacific.
Though the petals of our roses are dry,
Our favours are like showers from the sky,
So our love can bloom like roses again,
Our hearts are the loam for love's tender roots.
Let's wait for the rain showers once again,
For bees to dance on roses in the rain,
And our hearts shall swim in love's flooding brook,
So as to bring back joy to our garden.
The clothes lines hang empty the grass has grown tall
The apples rot down on the ground
Too thick is the fence around this garden wall
From the house of yours there’s no sound
Unfortunately, this is not a bad dream
But a matter of fact that maintains
When changes come somewhere it seems a routine
But when they come close it looks strange
The slabs will crack more, and it’s only the rain
Looks after the flowers you loved
The generous watering comes down again
The autumnal sky hangs above.
Surprise sun showers
will sparkle in midday
silver saliva droplets
drip down Sun's blushing face
dewey unprepared petals
a surprisingly similar sensation
shuttering of screen doors
dreaming with eyes wide open
blowing around in warm wind
watching dark clouds roll away
now only cool wind blows
pushing away the hottest day
Sitting alone on the porch
In the evening glow
Mama’s garden blooms again
With exotic flow
Bright awakening
Pink roses are her delight
Night is threatening
Favourite Things Poetry Contest
Nette Onclaud
August 19, 2025.
Raindrops on Roses
Raindrops on roses glitter
Like bright sapphire gems
On foils of tender petals
Amidst diadems
Of a royal king
To offer on his troth day
His favourite thing.
Raindrops on roses sparkle.
Though they seem like tears
On those cloudy, rainy days.
Roses have no fears.
Nature's gifts are rife.
Small raindrops fall and glisten,
Sparkling joy of life.
pink petal’d-petrichor scent
brumous blossoms fold
dark rain falls from sunless skies
still, her garden’s gold
doused roses airing
as bright beam disperses clouds
poised beauty flaring
With a lyrical refrain
dripping shiny drops
A refreshing gentle rain
and fresh rosebud pops
Silver pearls adorn
Water will always pay gain
- the beauty reborn
Raindrops on roses last night,
what a storm it blew.
My garden got a great bath,
looking clean and new.
Roses wanting sun,
their faces are shining up.
Rose garden is done.
Contest: Favorite Things
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Date of poem: 15th August, 2025
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A sky kiss on rose beauty,
long for bees in flight
to reach sumptuous nectar,
where rains blend with fright,
yet no sun to dry,
after many days of rain,
clouds still drape the sky.