Rain Storm Poems | Examples
These Rain Storm poems are examples of Storm poems about Rain. These are the best examples of Storm Rain poems written by international poets.
Lightning dances across the sky
The wind blows mountains away
The rain baptizes those below
My heart dances with every drop
Every clap of thunder makes me smile
The wet grassy earth beneath my feet
The pouring rain enwrapping me
The trees dancing in the wind
The dew sitting on the flowers
Mother Nature twirls on by
I gaze on up into the sky
And I feel her love
A sharp bang it sang,
Which struck down with a loud pang!
Jagged across the sky like a laser beam,
What a streak to see underneath;
the black skies of old!
It lighted the heavens,
And extinguished the flames.
Forever in Jahanam!
Forever in Jahannah!
That is what we are told in legends foretold.
Signs of light seep in the dark abyss!
Showering down hail!
Keeping a tight grip of the rope of the Merciful Lord!
We shall not fail beneath’s God’s hidden veil!
SOIL SOAKER*
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rain
weighty, intense
piercing, soaking, saturating
refreshing earth’s firmament
soil soaker
*Note:This poem was first published at Poetry Soup in June 2025 then deleted (poetrysoup.com › poem › soil_soaker_1738878) This is my original poem.
They see the storm, the pouring rain,
And whisper low, "Destruction again."
Yet who has thought when thunder cries,
It's nature's voice that fills the skies?
A desperate scream, a broken plea,
Begging for help, for harmony.
It never chose this fate of fear,
It's path was carved, it's end made clear.
The storm was never born to scare,
It only carried what it must bear.
For wouldn't it wish, if it had the say,
To bloom like spring, to shine like day?
To dress the earth in glitter and gold,
Make roses blossom, skies unfold
Not tear the petals, not dim the light,
Not turn the heavens to endless night.
It can't choose the wars it fights,
Not what it shatters in sleepless nights.
And that is why I love the rain,
The thunder's song, the storm's refrain.
I'd stand for hours beneath it's tears,
And listen close it calms my fears.
For as the earth must weep to mend,
So too must humans... to let go, to transcend.
The rain falling down my face,
The pain in my heart,
Losing you again,
Has torn me apart,
The thunder so loud,
The lightning so scary,
The feelings I have,
I just can't seem to bury,
The tornado's are real,
They twist and they turn,
My calls not answered,
My messages: Burned,
The floods come in,
Washing things away,
The memories remain,
Will I rebuild someday?
This storm is unforgettable,
The havoc was real,
Lost all I had,
This is how I feel.
After the Storm: My Dance
A Personal Reflection Amid Rain and Wind
Part of my dance-
Of rain, of wind, of storm.
Beneath these battered eaves,
With my heart still echoing the thunder,
I find joy in the hush-
The gentle peace that only comes
After my world is shaken clean
By rain,
By wind,
By storm.
Each thunderclap lingers in my bones,
The rain's cool fingers tracing lines down my window,
The wind whispering old stories through every crack and seam.
I stand at the threshold,
Letting the storm's wild music
Wash away my doubts,
Leaving behind a quiet that feels like hope.
When the last drop falls,
And the air smells new,
I breathe in the promise
Of a world-of myself-
Made new
By rain,
By wind,
By storm.
Triptych 8-20-25 Sponsor: John Anderson
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sun and storm song
eerie storm warning
light swallowed by ebony
banshee ballads rise
in mantras of humid breaths
atonal whirlwinds unleashed
downbeats of thunder
lightning rakes holes in the sky
tempest dirge rumbles
curtains of raindrops descend
plainchants of torrential rain
sun and storm collide
colors rise from light and mist
drenched in neon tears
sunbows arch in harmonies
orchestration of rainbows
rain beats in puddles
steady as an old clock’s chime
marking storm’s retreat
early lights soften the night
as people forgot sorrow
darkness abandoned
like a lover’s hand let go
lurks in empty rooms
dull chords swell behind closed doors
urging hearts back into light
lone piano chords
wander through silver curtains
slipping down stone streets—
notes weave with the rain’s soft breath
dissolving like whispered mist
Café tables glow
lamps mirrored in rain-slick glass
offering pardon—
voices rise like waves of song
as couples embrace in light
two currents once torn
flow together at day’s end
merging once again—
storm drifts into tender dusk
thunder fades to memory
shattered awnings heal
stretching wide toward the sunset
much stronger now
roots sunk deep in firmer ground
and canvas is made anew
frayed lines grip the cleat
holding mast against the gale
canvas leaps awake
love unfurls its sail once more
steered by winds that once broke it
storm once split the mast
yet the sails held fast
love remade the seams
rekindled our dreams
under the awning
after the storm passed
after the storm passed
Raindrops on roses last night,
what a storm it blew.
My garden got a great bath,
looking clean and new.
Roses wanting sun,
their faces are shining up.
Rose garden is done.
Gray clouds
gather
in the hollow
of my throat.
I chart
their movement
northwest wind,
barometric drop,
the way lightning
splits
behind my ribs.
Rain arrives
without apology.
I open my hands,
count the drops.
When sun
breaks through,
I don't close
the windows.
I've learned
to read
the sky of myself
each front
moving in,
each clearing after.
The waves
keep coming.
I keep
learning
to swim.
Dust taints scent of rain
the wind wrenches gate ajar
lightning splits the clouds—
grime streaks down marble headstones,
as silver names bleed deep red
bouquets torn and flung
petals smashed into the mud
plastic stems snapped clean
weeds kneel and crawl up to stones
claiming what storm has laid bare
the squalls scour angels
driving grit deep into wings
puddles drown vases
pebbles scatter like lost teeth
pathways get buried in hail
beneath all this rage
the dreamless ones stay silent
beyond the storm's grasp—
no pleas get through weighted soil
moored tight in unyielding peace
storms don't bow to the names in stone
don't hear the prayers carved to atone.
the dead can't rise, the dead can't plead—
the wind takes all, it's wild and unforgiving
the wind takes all, it's wild and unforgiving
I found a blade beside the rose,
its silver kissed by morning’s close;
It caught the sun as if to keep
the fire warm while earth still sleeps.
It did not stir when I drew near,
nor tremble with a hint of fear;
It seemed to watch, in patient grace,
the wind that touched its polished face.
A vine had curled around its hilt,
like memory round the things we’ve built;
And rain had carved, in tiny streams,
the stories only metal dreams.
I reached to lift it from the ground,
and heard a low, unshaken sound—
The whisper steel will sometimes say:
“My edge was honed for more than play.”
Yet still it let my fingers hold,
its weight both steady, warm, and cold;
And in that moment, I could see
the storm it was, the calm it’d be.
Clouds heartshaped breaking
The downpours between us separating
Wrong to say I am in love
Wrong to seep in with this water
that's kissing and falling.
God, you drip so much into me.
The petrichor ~ on me ~ you fear
The petrichor ~ on you ~ you fear
The sky's cracks will slowly heal to blue
I will remember tight each tear for you
Since the rain overflows
My darling, go
dark clouds are forming
a smell of rain in the air
calm before the storm
As the warmer temperatures rise
Suddenly storms comprise
Sun faded
Winds blew mightier
Cluster of Clouds gathered
Darkened skies got darker
Lightning bolts after lightning bolts were streaking here and there
Rain poured unmeasurable
Thunder spoke
Humility came to a brief end in cool
Refreshing soak
Storm passed
Brief and swift
Damp ground
Quickly dried
Summer storm
Many more to follow
Summer fun
Never outdone