Rainy Seasons Poems | Examples
These Rainy Seasons poems are examples of Seasons poems about Rainy. These are the best examples of Seasons Rainy poems written by international poets.
For you, the winter has departed
For me, the spring has started,
Seasons began where nature parted.
Going from north to south
on its axis through the earth
around the sun, the seasons give birth.
There are no wasted nights
nor annulment of days,
with rainy clouds and sunny rays.
Every journey has a portrait.
Every spare moment in the fate
the mood keeps the spirit awake.
When the sun comes shining
All the flowers begin blooming
Their beauty and radiance illuminating
A day moves into a new horizon
The possessive night lingers on
Into memorial direction.
Every step is a valuable lesson
To capture the paths of each person
which leads to the same destination.
Where life's challenges begin
With whispering voices in the wind
receptive illusions and dark living.
The path known could be everything
when you recall, it could be nothing
only the memory of silence serenading
Relationship is like weather
Sometimes, it's stormy
Sometimes, it's rainy
Sometimes, it's sunny
So hot that it burns you down
Sometimes, feels cold
But mostly hot
It's a choice how you handle
All weathers in life
It's a choice to get through.
In rainy days,
Be close to those
Warm people
And experience
Those warm things.
In summer,
Be near to cool things
To keep you fresh
And makes life
More balance and lively.
The climate
In the mountain
Is weird.
Sometimes, sunny
Sometimes, rainy.
It's like
A girl's mood.
Love’s rainy season,
Has left me wet and soaking—
Buoyed in God’s grace:-
rainy mornings come
bringing little sunshine the
chill still stays all day
Feels so relaxing
Beautiful rainy morning
In a bamboo house.
Your heart remains in the same place where its memories belong to.-
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Small, close and warm neighborhood. Only a few children inventing toys to play with or games to play at.
Old stone houses on muddy roads, surrounded by bustling farms and a beautiful, wild nature.
Days of happiness that enriched my past and enlarged my soul.
Days running through those years, when the Spring was sunny, rainy and flowery.
When the Summer was very hot with storms passing by.
When the strong wind of Autumn used to open its doors to the harsh Winter.
My beloved refuge where I grew up. A humble village in the deep countryside, where money was little but not the main purpose or reason to enjoy life.
Where the sadness didn't last much, tucked in with kindness and generosity shared with the others.
Oh...My unforgettable village!, you gave us your best until we left you abandoned in your sad ruins where you cry alone.
Only four old people remain in, sitting on the shade of a clock moving forwards so fast.
I wonder if you miss me running full of joy through your meadows. You must wonder if somebody miss you now...Yes, somebody does!.
Smiles and blooms have crawled away in haste;
Cool sweetness and incense of the prime
Have receded into the pothole of time
With the irritant summer and the rainy waste ;
Winter is an epitome of the silent knell --
Pale , pensive, plaintive, heavy and cold ;
Colours are all lost in the grey fold,
With the bright charm of the bygone spell ,
As she sits robed in ashen attire again ,
Streching herself with limbs wide across
The deceased crags and the patchy moss ,
Lining randomly along the sickly plain
Weary, withering, wany life and all. ..
Are thus sadly shrouded in the last fall..!
Gray,
Dismal
Rainy days.
Then leafless trees,
As it gets warmer,
All start to sprout new buds.
Migratory birds appear.
Abandoning the underworld,
And the ruler of the dead, Hades,
Persephone returns to Demeter.
The Scent of summer on my skin
golden hues of remembrances
The rushing river moves quietly
into the hours of the day
Autumn steams by in fired shades
amber oranges yellows and red
The whistling winds subside
and I feel winter's chide
January shivers homsie brews
rainy days that end with snow
Wet leaves cling to the pavement
tangerine smells of home
No, my brain is alive, not dead
To know that you hate me
And yet I love you dearly
I practice love not hatred
I care about uncontiditional love
Not mutual feelings dripping from above
In rainy and stormy seasons. In unselfish ways
I willingly donate my heart and soul to you
You can shred them and then part ways
As you wish, as you see fit. I am a fool
A martyr, a lover with all of his marbles and more
I love you and I want you
I care about you. Open the door
So I can give you more until you’re saturated
Until by love you are filled up and asphyxiated
You hate me and I love you
I wonder if I am not a fool.
Copyright © September 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Rainy Season
Heat waves not blown,
Sun rays timid.
clouds to cover sky are shown
weather, moist humid
Thunders under grey cloud roaring loud
Rainy season begins. '
Sun not sizzling
Rain drops drizzling
Soil gets wet, green grass in mass.
Flooded damped ground
Foot ball played wearing soggy jersey.
Putting one leg crane stand on muddy marshy land.
End up when the rain has gone
And The Sun shines on
You will see the light
Receiving it bright
the Sun after the rain
The clouds part away
From this once rainy day
Oh and I hear the robins and sparrows sing
They say Hallelujah spring
End up when the rain has gone
And The Sun shines on
You will see the light
Receiving it bright
the Sun after the rain
It'd be summer now in the heat is wow
Blazing humidity brightly shines the Sun unto the trees
And it's pool and popsicle time
Watermelon and ice cream
And The Sun shines on
He will feel the light
Receiving it right
It's the end of the rain the sunshine out
the Sun after the rain
The clouds part away
From this once rainy day
Oh and I hear the robins and sparrows sing
They say Hallelujah spring
the Sun after the rain
7/1/ 2023
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2023©
3:20p
Princess of Lille
The prettiest mirror on the island
I wanted to let you know
That every man wants to have
At least one flower
Of happiness
For their wife.
O Beautiful soul
I have for you
A gorgeous scarf for your breasts
A bouquet of pretty flowers
One keg of wine
And a crate full of nuts
To make you happy
For the entire rainy season.
Copyright © July 2017, Hebert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.