Short Rainwater Poems
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cups of rainwater
fills the buckets floods a sea
neath pressureless clouds
2019 September 20
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rainwater nature's
tears... slip between each petal...
a bouquet refreshed...
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A happy childhood hour spent
Peering into
A few scant inches of rainwater
On hot days
Should come as no surprise.
For life,
Simply add water.
A glass of water comes from heaven as the angels are crying they are yet singing rainwater~
11/8/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Grasses dancing wildly
in the wind
To music heard only
By Angels or fools
To melodies made
From sunshine and shade
And reflections in
Rainwater pools
A dozen red roses
bleed into rainwater
that trickles down like streams
through cracked pavement.
Pain squeezes
at her fractured heart,
its contents slowly oozing
into her body,
like red rivers.
summer rainwater
an early, random fog drools
on humanity
drench humanity
An early, random fog falls
summer rainwater
6/20/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Lala land by the street lamp -
The lemon and lime raindrops
Land, one by one, on my tongue.
The flavors mix with the storm
And sugar cone; tangy cold
On my lips. Warmer with melt -
The sour savor of colors
And sip of rainwater muse.
THE RAINBOW
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The sun is shining,
Somewhere it is rainy,
There appears an arch,
With seven colours in the sky,
The droplets of the rainwater,
Give colour to the shining sun
And makes the beautiful rainbow
To bow at every one.
Sent from my iPad
expecting my home to dislodge
and rainwater to pillow my window panes
for it rains and rains and rains
insane days upon days
the dark disguise breeds imagination
for it pours pours pours
as the magician’s apprentice
dreams more and more
2/10/2018
Our green frogs would croak n croak,
and in our rainwater tanks they spoke.
a sort of hollow sound.
When the rain finally come,
3 years of drought, don’t run,
Dogpaddle in the water brown,
River is a coming down,
Mosquito will cause a frown,
Grass is growing, clown.
Some.
Don Johnson
Ulang malamig
Tuloy-tuloy ang tagas
Sa yerong butas
Kapeng mainit
May tinapay at pansit
Biyayang sulit
Translation:
The cold rainwater
That just keeps flowing inside
The hole in the roof
Boiling hot coffee
Bread with Chinese rice noodles
Blessing so worth it
Thirst rages in me
The walk is long and tiring
Hunger never leaves
Where are them people?
Have the zombies caught them all?
Are they eaten up?
Raging sun shines on
No rainwater since eons
Trees and leaves burnt out
Shall I survive it?
The end of the world has come
My heart has to pray!
Rain upon me
in such Delights
milky cloudz field filled with moistures trife
rain down on the grounds
puddles motion with rainwater
drenching down upon the dirt
splashes mixes together to make children's chocolate milk
4/10/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
dip, dip, dip, dip,dip;
drizzle dip drizzle dip dip;
moisture fallen drowns;
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rainwater winters;
a heavy, little mist falls;
betrayed by the rain;
~
winters rainwater;
an early, little mist falls;
dip-dip-dips the rain;
3/9/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2020
A rain barrel near the house
While the rain is pouring
The rain barrel catches raindrops
Filling the barrel up to the top
Rainwater is useful
It is good for gardens
Used to wash the plants
While refreshing them
Rainwater makes small pools
The birds bath in puddles
They also drink the water
Rainwater is not wasted
under the canopy of primordial forest, a wild fern grows nestled
into the less-known path where exigencies take on diffused light
and rainwater trickles its descent, scalloping patterns of colour;
have you ever heard a fern crow with green feathers, sleek against
the sky, as if rocks could sing of joy and the only sin is not being here?
Rain - A Didactic Cinquain
Rain
Misty, sweet
Pelting, dewing, precipitating
Ever so warmish
Rainwater
Spring rain
Droplets wet, refreshing
Delighting, happening, crying
It was a surprise to us all
Cloud
Cloudy rain
Wonderful, stripy
Jumping, swimming, rolling
Such feelings of happiness
Thing
3/29/19
by James Edward Lee Sr ©2019
From a Balcony in Paris
Fine rain
open umbrella
Sitting on the balcony
Of a hotel
Overlooking
Haussmann-Saint Lazare.
Throngs of people
Something has changed
People drink
Starbuck
Eat hamburgers
On the hoof.
Old restaurant closed
Converted
To fast-food joints.
I sigh
Drink from the bottle
Of Bordeaux
To avoid
Getting rainwater
In my wine.
I am sorry.
The blue and white teapot
that was stained with green algae
and had a broken spout
and was sitting on a terracotta tile
in our garden and had, for years,
gestated life in its plump belly
of brewed rainwater,
is now in pieces, smashed
by a clumsy blow
from my rake.
It has left a hole
in the world
that I have tried,
but cannot fill.
Though the arrogance of humanity
Insists some part of it we own,
Fragile Earth on which we stand
Is given to us as a loan.
As we impose our footprints here,
May lovely blossoms show our path.
No poisons or impurities,
Just sweet rainwater for her bath.
In robust numbers we shall march
Against pollution of our land,
Treading lightly as we advance,
Trustees of globe on which we stand.
The trees in the cold winter
Bared, but stood tall and upright
Alone, while whistled in no height
Waited for regrowth day and night
By their growing time baited
They were not dead as fact
From the intrinsic nature hide
They whistled for forceful thunder
Welcome the sunshine and the rainwater
Delighting the leaves like twittering birds
As well akin to the chasing toddlers
Clouds are the honeycombs of skyline,
Carrying the honey-sweet droplets of rainwater.
Each time rain touches our Earth,
The taste buds of soil taste the sweetness of the sky.
Every thunder-strike on the grey clouds
Orders the sky to gift more honey
To quench the thirst of all earthlings.
Every waterbody is a wondrous honeybee
Which serves the droplets of water from the honeycombs of the skyline.
My God above whose wisdom surely shows
When Mother Nature paints her glory grand.
While gilding grass beside the river grows,
The autumn trees with golden leaves, as planned,
Reflect their beauty, clinging reds and yellows.
Rainwater streams her life upon the land.
Beneath the mountain cattle comes to graze.
And thus, without the help of man, life stays.
© February 21, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
The frogs are silent.
Crows fly from tree to tree
in tightening circles
and grow darker
in leafless canopies.
Rainwater beads
on abandoned webs
strung between
the thin twigs of an oak
and hang like diamonds
around the neck
of a dead queen.
What was here
is now somewhere else
and each year
I find it harder
to wait out the long months
until it comes back,
and begin to wonder
if it ever will.