The Rhythm of Rain


United States
42° 39' 17.2548" N, 82° 55' 4.3824" W

Its anger crashing on the sodden land

To darken innocence and turn it gray

The mighty power of the Sky god's hand

His blackest soul that blocks the light of day

Its wails, so full of bitter resent

The mournful sigh from dampened leaves of green

To break the Earth, the song of Wind's lament

To hide the feathered bird and keep its sheen

The heavy blanket, such an opaque board

Collapse in sheets and bow at Gaea's feet

The pleading cries from Helio ignored

It falls so thickly, salty tears not sweet

But reminiscent of a living thing

The rain will cease, and light, the sun will bring


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741