On cool rainy days
I like to slow down
to millions of droplets
kissing the ground
The dry thirsty Earth
is quenched and relieved
from the hot and dry season
by which she was grieved
The rhythmic raindrops
massaging my mind
satisfy my soul
and help me unwind
On cool rainy days
with a hot cup of tea
and a pen in my hand
I'm finally free
To write down my thoughts
in meter and rhyme
on cool rainy days
so peaceful, sublime
© Mike Wise
5-7-26
Really it should be days of rain, but
Against all odds the sun will shine again,
It’s as if the weather forecaster
Nicely tries to cheer me up,
Yet the rain still comes down.
Depression loves the gloom
Any joy is quickly drowned,
Yet the weather forecaster
Still insists the sun will shine again.
RAINY DAYS
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
rainy days are slow
reflections, introspection
soul's quiet voice speaks
their faces, their laughs, the echoes of our past
never leave
they hide beneath the cover of everyday life,
waiting for that moment
when the mood drops
and the days turn wet and gloomy.
they appear again,
just outside my line of sight,
whispering memories
of everything we ever did together.
my mind tells me they’re gone
to let go,
to move on.
i tell you,
i tell myself:
until the day we’re reunited,
i’ll wait.
i’ll hold onto every memory.
for you, my brother,
i’ll visit the place you lay.
for you, whose name i dare not mention,
i’ll wish you the best
with whatever’s left
of the heart you ripped out of my chest.
i’ve loved.
i’ve lost.
i’ve mourned.
now,
i face the shadows of the past,
still wishing
those days weren’t our last.
and on nights when my mind won’t sleep,
you all return
to remind me,
you’ll never let me rest,
and maybe
i don’t want you to.
A wolf snake trying
to hide itself under quilt
rainy days wish
Everyone hates Rainy days
They’re so cold and grey
So why do they bring me peace?
How do they put my mind at ease?
The Storm matches my chaotic mind
Slowing things down so that I can unwind
The rain seems to borrow my pain
Allowing me to temporarily escape
And the darkness caused by theses pouring days
It neutralizes the sour taste imbedded in my brain
The weather aids my temper
It tames my raging fire
Cooling my blazing embers
Causing my hatred to retire
They tend to my cold heart
Causing my mental storms to part
The rain washes out my internal darkness
Letting the light in
It cleanses the venom
Running throughout my veins
Rainy days allow my head to rest
Relieving the weight that sits upon my chest
Steals that piercing heartache
That has left too many scars
Healing the damage gained by all my mistakes
The rain wipes away the sorrow
Erases the tears rolling off my cheeks
Creating the chance for a new tomorrow
They purify all sadness left inside
Leaving joy in my mind
What's not to love about Rainy days?
I have no problem
having a little rain in my life
for it helps to wash away life's troubles.
So let it rain I'm Okay
just like a kid
I'll jump in the puddles.
Rainy Days
On rainy days celery sticks make
pillow forts, cookies eat
packs of
cards, test tubes learn
how to
draw, vases lip
sync Gloria Estefan songs, paper airplanes look at
old pictures of
their recycled relatives, Styrofoam cups break
down, ladders bend and
stretch, and
lunch boxes grow
long shiny
silky hair.
Nothing left to cash in
I'm spent
Keep me on a leash
Don't I pay rent?
Remember you smelled like mine
We'd stay up all night eating cheese with cheap wine
Rainy days and the soft smell of pine
Saucy portrait
Frame me if you'll put me up
Bowling shoes and a fishbowl of love
Poetic dam on a rainy day
A thunderstorm of tomatoes
Days come like the weather—
Good and bad, they always pass.
And when the storm has lifted,
The sun returns at last.
So don’t let dark days weigh you down.
Even they have purpose too.
And when the skies grow calm again,
You’ll see how much you took them for granted, more than you ever knew.
Tears and raindrops both will dry,
As rays of hope and warmth embrace.
The thunder’s never as close as it sounds,
So don’t let the lightning make you lose faith.
It’s always easier to see the bad,
But let the good flow through you.
You worry about what others say,
But who are they to judge you?
Nobody else has lived your life.
No one else has worn your shoes.
No one else thinks your thoughts,
And all your choices are yours to choose.
Ignore the noise around you,
And focus on yourself.
Invest in what makes you smile—
There you’ll find true wealth.
Original text
"Rainy days are like the souls
Cloudy moments, casting gloom
But even in the quiet drizzle
There is a bloom that starts to look"
Black out poem
Rainy days
Are the souls
Quiet bloom.
I am
positively
negative
that's why
friends
and family
get a
charge
out of me,
except on
rainy
days
when I'm
negatively
negative
that's
called
vitamin D
deficiency
induced
gloomy-ness.
How I long for the sun and the flowers;
where is the fun when the rain showers
its gloom on the bowers?
Rainy days.
We have them.
When the sun don't shine
A blank page stares
Without a rhyme
They rattle
On the window pain
Each drop a tear
Or sad refrain
But as I lie
In soft repose
A secret joy
My spirit knows
As morning birds
Are not perturbed
Their tune unhindered
Undisturbed
Such is the rhythm
Of the rain
Allowing me
Without disdain
To write these words
Of love again
The morning of another day
It looks just like the last
Rain's beating on my window
The sky's dark and overcast
The wind is blowing briskly
And there's thunder up ahead
Lightning's cracking all around
So I'm staying in my bed
Rainy days, they bother me not at all,
Sitting inside on my couch, safe and warm.
And even should it grow worse and hail fall
Still, I sit content in spite of the storm.
Thunder will certainly make itself heard,
Followed by lightning that streaks ‘cross the sky.
Deep down in some hearts great fear may be stirred
And yet, I take comfort, I don’t know why.
Rain in the street blown about by the wind,
Tapping the windows and on the roof top.
I watch the trees in the yard sway and bend,
Part of me hoping it never will stop.
I love rainy days and there is no doubt
Excepting, of course, if I must go out.
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