Rain Sound Poems | Examples
These Rain Sound poems are examples of Sound poems about Rain. These are the best examples of Sound Rain poems written by international poets.
the sound of rain
foretaste of what's to come
~ spring and blossoms
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
The sound of rain fascinates.
Instantly the cosmos closes in around me.
I sense my world regenerate.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Tap, tap, tap at the window, a tree stands; once dusk begins, limbs move in the graphite night. When the rain set in and the wind blew out a breath. I let out a tiny smile as an owl staring in the window silently turned its nose up and around, beat its wings, and made its way through in response to seeing me. Suddenly a strange sound echoed through the room. Tabby cat jumped and fell, landing on all fours, and walked away. Shadows on the floor rose and fell, losing balance on an empty desk and chair and an empty bed. The candle burned out long before all turned quiet. In slumber, Tabby snuggled right into me.
wind blew out a breath
owl awaken in night rain
nurtures stirring hope
Sunshine is not hiding in today’s rain but hanging yellow ribbon slices that while anemic,
are proud and scenic. The day is as damp as newly washed laundry and the air holds a
familiar crisp scent, similar to linens dried in spring air. Outside, raindrops on windows
repeatedly grab my pointed, offered fingertip before zipping away. Inside, splatter on my
tin roof alters between rhythmic lullabies and insistent drums. Both sounds gift my home
a secure tone
Moonlit raindrops out my window.
Swaying to melodic sounds of pitter patter.
Wishing you were here tonight.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
t sounds like there is an angry conductor in heaven
Loud crashing and banging that startles me
Was it supposed to rain tonight? I ask my echo dot.
She verifies that thunderstorms are expected
They are here now; it is frighteningly angry-sounding.
Did monsters escape from the bowels of hell and go up there?
Another loud clang of a giant symbol makes me wonder about electricity.
Will it be going out? This often happens during storms like this one.
It sounds like a Ferris wheel has collapsed.
Without people, for there is no screaming.
Only the loud angry thuds of destruction.
I visualize people being carried away downstream
Born yonder east flickering behind the rolling sky.
Majestic birth of light governs wonders for new and old eyes.
Though northern winds crash and whistle around walking legs under hooded collar of wet yet thick, warm, heavy coat.
Screwed up eyes know light shines bright between the lines of driving rain causing splash on tarmac roads.
Heavy sway of branch and leaf rustling all around. Faced down onwards walk - no run as pointless now the weather found.
rain on the old roof
and endless rumbling thunder
~ some day afternoon
AP: 1st place 2025
At the first sign of the morning light
I hear the thunder roar!
It woke me from my sleep as the bed grappled my body
Not to be scared, I laid there motionless
The lighting flashes through the window
I closed my eyes while I was listening
Waiting for that moment to come - then all of a sudden
Ka Boom!!!
Oh, what a sound!!!! It drops your heart to the floor
While you are so scared, but be wanting to hear that sound some more.
Bogeyman, Bogeyman you come again
My night of hope screams for crumbs to eat,
I’m just a boy needing a few coins
Offering old tin cup to rich men on the lane.
Cold my body wrapped like soiled paper, trash
Echoing my plea for mercy or grace
Yet, I’m bypassed like a rag, a nameless tag.
While you laugh at my dingy fate, mocking
A young life’s poverty… I bellow of angst
Instead of helping me learn in school,
Your trace of arrogance maims my bones,
Do you know how hard it is to sleep in the rain?
Bogeyman. Bogeyman… one day, you just might
Take my place, and hear not the echo
Of kindness reverberating from heaven's call.
Plip! Plop!
Plip! Plop!
Rain drops
In puddle, pool, and pond.
When well spaced out
The drops can play
A pleasant rhythmic tune.
A song fades into the dark night
Song of wonder in mourning light
Breath of grace weeping silent tears
God’s love can still the flow of fears
Melodies, rich with softest notes
Gentle wings who the wind promotes
Birds praising until the storm clears
God’s love can still the flow of fears
Rhythms of desire, humble rising
Music flows through each baptizing
Harmony that the heart reveres
God’s love can still the flow of fears
Feeling grows wild as summer fades
Chorus trembles as rain cascades
It feels like music to the ears
God’s love can still the flow of fears
A terrorizing bang had my heart take a giant gulp.
I sat for a second, waiting for the next bang.
Is the word ending?
I ran outside to see
All the lights in the neighborhood went out
With a whistle and a whizzing sound
We saw them flip off all at once
It was dark now, no stars or street lights
What would happen next?
I expected stormtroopers to march up to me
I figured we would all be shot in the dark
No witnesses because none of us could see anything
There was a bit of rain, but it was not loud any more.
Sat in a porch chair, feeling alone and compromised.
We did not have electricity for four hours.
Discovered later that lightning had struck a transformer.
It is like the rain on a summer day
Each drop restoring, keeping heat at bay
If not for this I'd burn in hot sun rays
Bringing the rainbow, not blue sky to gray
It is like music, hearing holds you still
Goosebumps testifying to the thrill
If I couldn't hear, heart and soul would feel
this melody like medicine that heals
It is like magic, spells in each exhale
wrapping me in arms of love, all is well
So, let the rain fall cool, let music swell
Let your magic ring out like chiming bells
Let me be the reason, it will abound
For to hear you laugh, there's no sweeter sound
The gurgling brook starts to babble near here,
It murmurs, humming a soft mantra song,
With squish, squelch, squirm, its fluid voice is clear,
As it splashes, splutters, dancing along.
It kisses, caresses the bed of stream,
The banks are hugged in sibilant embrace,
Ripples lapping, create a lilting dream,
Each glug, slurp and slosh is rhythmic in grace.
But wind and rain cause torrent gushes loud,
That boom, bang, as waves crash against the shore,
The river churns into a enraged shroud,
That roars, screams, fizzes and hisses once more.
The torrent and tranquil, each play their parts
In the sound ensemble, the steam imparts.