In a state of despair
We were overrun by dusts
Languishing and in anguish
We longer for the rains
We prayed and we waited
Then the sky changed its
Rhythm from blue to dark
Nimbus clouds
The wind strong as a storm
In little trickles growing into
A barrage of ice and thunders
Alas the rains came wiping
Wiping away every dust
Bringing refreshings to the
Ground and the soul.
(Written on the 2nd of April, 2026)
old metal barn roof
becomes musician
along with spouting
Nothing happens - it’s good news
In the current Belle Epoque
One more day to be cut loose
Lost in walk and talk
Weather murmurs to be fine
Skies of postcard blue
With the white stripes are designed
Only there’s no you
And no me, apparently
Other people come and go
They are curious to see
The habitual summer show
Narrow passages and lanes
Lead them to the shore
Cause tomorrow there’ll be rains
And gale winds, for sure..
Cloud burst... :-( ... Remember
Vibrant colours of the Earth
Glow after the rain! ... :-)...
A whisper of the falling rains
Scripts a pattern etched on the panes;
The ocean's tidal ebb and flow
Carve a design that ever glow.
The gentle sway of summer grass,
As fleeting winds serenely pass,
Slices shapes with a silken art,
A tiny, intricate, true heart.
The stars above, in silent flight,
Are set in patterns of the night,
The constellations, old and grand,
A story told across the land.
The pulsing beat within our chest,
A steady pattern put to test,
The breath we draw, the air we share,
A silent promise in the air.
So let`s learn patterns from nature
To carve diverse shapes and structure;
In every moment, small or great,
We find our truth, we seal our fate.
Too hot.
outside.
Fry egg,
sidewalk.
Big hawk,
dry mouth.
Yes rains
coming.
How hot,
too hot.
Fall is,
waiting.
Hooray!!!
I feel free from my sorrows and pains
Only whenever it rains,
The earthy scent I swallow,
My heart is fulfilled and nothing's shallow.
The cool breeze, I feel the earth in my lungs,
Sitting on my desk writing poems in different tongues.
The droplets splashing on the window glass,
As if they are saying “let us in at last”.
The soft, gentle rain
taps it rhythmic, cool fingers
on my metal roof.
Raining Cats & Dogs Poetry Contest
Christopher Delegans
My cat paced the fish tank, and the gold fish
And when I turned my back, she got her wish
On her tiptoes, she dove in
There's a splash and a big grin
She struck a nerve, Goldie, and my anguish
It never rains in
Manhattan
During the
Spring
Yes I can do without the
Rain
I must say that I am
Enjoying the Good weather
That we are having every day
In Manhattan
The Central Park
Brings back to me
Good memories of child hood
That now is gone forever
Out of my mind
I am no longer a child
Anymore
I am an adult now
I live across from the
Central Park
In my small apartment
It is like a shoe box
24 hours a day I hear
The noise of traffic
I must say that I never
Got used to that
I can't stand that
She rains to the ground,
like a fiery hound.
She fills up the drying,
all because of their crying.
While they wept in their zone,
she kept them like her own.
She gives life to the living,
not only to the grieving but also the believing.
She understands our situation,
so she doesn't need an invitation.
She washes our pain,
and we call her as the rain...
If it were tonight
If you're lonely come to me
Take the train
It stops by you at ten twenty two
Its a long train ride for you
Along through the Bible belt
Sweeping across the tops of trees
As they stand naked in the cold
Its as if the cold remembers me
As if it were at tonight
Tonight the night when all our passions touched
Our walks along the ancient slabs of glacier rock
how did I get so far
Without a God
How did I get so high
If not to want to touch the Sun
The things I forget about appear in my dreams
To touch to hug to laugh as if for real
To that if there is one to thank
I thank you
To have that chance of love
sliding down glass
cold and wet
I follow with my finger
rains gentle droplets
The day had started well,
As she set out to meet him.
The sun shone brightly;
Her summer skirt swung freely.
Then, as he came into sight,
The heavens opened,
Drenching her day.
The flowers he thrust into her hands
Were his farewell gesture,
As he walked out of her life.
Fruits ripe beneath summer’s soft glow~
as light rains fill streams with gentle flow.
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