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I think, I just may feel love
When I see you my heart implodes
My heart flutters as you walk in
It’s wings spread and you accept it gently
In the quiet corner, a raindrop dances, sliding down the window— a tiny journey, reflecting the world outside, blurry and bright, each drop a moment, each splash a song.
Fireflies glow in the dark.
Lightning always strikes something.
Rain pours down.
Lightning and Rain like to speak to each other a lot.
Princess of LilleThe prettiest mirror on the islandI wanted to let you knowThat every man wants to haveAt least one flowerOf happinessFor their wife.
Thunder;
sounds that cut the humid air and tell us Lightning is here, along with my storm.
Lightning;
only striking once, soon leaving an ever-lasting mark.
Rain
Tapping on my window
Flowing and dancing outside
Inviting me to play
With the sweet smell so pure
I'm in love
Lover, you were a hurricane
A tornado
The typhoon to explain why some sailors never made it home
And I used to call you mine
And I used to call you after work
And I used to hold your hand
Hopping from the bus he trots through puddles,
Rain boots squeaking on the concrete.
He watches small friend groups huddle
Together when they meet.
A dismal shroud slunk
From slackened hands,
Dense rain draped the valley
In its musty, velvet folds,
Dogfighting flurries of
Paper airplanes wavered,
Plummeted under those whistling bombs,
love precipitatesselfishness evaporates~ true love’s gentle rain......Mark Toney © 2021.5/21/2021 - Poetry form: Senryu (for you)
Rain sits upon the Autumn leaves,Is wet, cool, and gives gentle breeze.That new life dawns just over the hillWhen April again brings forth fresh drizzle.
Down by the lake in the morningwet grass between my toeswearing nothing but my overallsthe sun was colored rose.
i know it’s coming with a sniff of my nosethe scent in the air lets me know it’s close.
the impending storm coming around the bendflowers will drink from what nature sends.
its a rainy day vibe as i look up at the sky i see the big gray clouds coming down. wow.
they roar and they cry i cant help but realize that the big bad guys arent around. now
Things to see pass in a storm:
A bicycle rider,
One wicked witch,
4 large antelope,
5 dancing teacups,
Big purple elephant,
The rain has come again, to grace sidewalks and streets and silicone handles on blue and green umbrellas,
Oh! How the rain has come again.
you are blue in its dullest and brightest forms.
you are the sky, throwing your arms open above me with no clear idea of what you're trying to reach.
no matter where i'm looking, i always see you.
RainPitter-patter, PetrichorLightning, Peals of thunder, Gusty windsA feeling of freshnessDownpour
The black clouds are rolling in
The lightning cracks like a whip
As the thunder roars with the pride of a lion
The sky's blue slate is wiped clean by the darkest grays
And shadows begin to cover the streets
And we kept walking
with the petrichor laden wind
Our hands clasped so tight
Your memories and mine,
and look
The orange in the sky
Over shadows the blue of our lives
And the emptiness
As long as I still enjoy the scent of rain
As long as my mother’s warm arms hold me
As long as bread still perfumes the air
And the stars light my soul
I have reason to live,
As long as flowers bring a smile
rain when I was a kid meant
cancelled recess, rainy day projects
a chance to stomp in puddles,
the time to wear your pink raincoat
the older I got, the more I began to fear it
You are the wind
which batters the trees
hitting harder and harder
while I fall with ease
You are the thunder
which shatters the silence
screaming louder and louder
destroyed my defense
You are the wind
which batters the trees
hitting harder and harder
while I fall with ease
You are the thunder
which shatters the silence
screaming louder and louder
destroyed my defense
It’s almost underrated,
the ability to find inspiration.
It’s something I’ve strived for, all my life.
typewriters and rainbows and there isn’t any rain here now
poetry and books and your hand finding mine
on the drive home
street light shooting stars
It's pouring.
the pain is almost unbearable.
it leaves me breathless as the salty bittersweet tears fall,
like raindrops; like a calm storm,
it is full of nothing but hurt.
it keeps me from living.
I fell for you like the rain;
Gradually and slowly in almost an intricate pattern.
Where the drops are unnoticeable and cease to affect the worlds balanced ways.
Dreaming under the rainbow
Crash from the high
There’s a tear upon your face
But do you remember why you cried?
Dreaming under the rainbow
Where are you?
You promised that you’d stay with me,
Rain
I hate it
The smell of mildew left behind
Little droplets pounding down
The puddles soaking my shoes
It's like a barrier
Holding me back
But like everything
It eventually goes away
Driving, at night, in the rain The street lights invite Colors on the road Get stoned, and listen to Music on the radio You enjoy the visual show The neon lights bounce off you As you enjoy the solitude Colors of yellow and blue That you must pass
The storm in the sky
It can't be controlled
The rain comes down
The thunder sounds
I try to take cover
but no where to go
Hide your treasure
Don't let them know
She smiles through her tears
Like rain on a hot summer day
The drips are still falling but
It’s bright and
Beautiful
And you can just glimpse the
I remember the grey slithers of rain,
The jocular driver,
As I boarded the bus
At Temple Meads,
And the friendly lady who told me
When we had arrived at the city centre,
From the distance,
When the trees that obstruct,
Are deconstructed,
And the towers of steel,
Are forced to kneel,
Never mind a little rain
Never mind the drops of heaven
The ones that nurture the soul
Though at times these sting
Observe the flowers
6:00pm on a Wednesday, the soft rain has left a vapor in the air that settles on your skin like sweat. The sky fills with clouds and sun to spread a yellow hue across the atmosphere like looking through aviator glasses.
Do you hear the storm coming?
feel the thunder shaking the ground?
can you see the lightning in the distance?
feel the wind weaving through your clothes?
can you hear the rain getting closer and louder and heavier?
Sometimes I wonder,
If the storm clouds that have always been over my shoulder,
Haunting me,
Live in my eyes too.
Because it does not seem to stop raining here,
There was a time I thought nature had forgotten me. That I had been gone too long to hear her breathing. I decided then that I wasn’t going to let her walk out of my life like so many others, so I left.
To dream is to cry, to live is to die. The question is why. Why do we dream if all we do is cry? Why do we live if all we do is die? We dream to see a better day! We dream because sometimes you have nothing to say.
What a beautiful November rain
Spilling angel tears gently down
To ruin winter’s snow white gown
With a muddy earthen stain.
Though snow will return again
(This storm was all alone)
Me? growing up? Absolutely not, the idea was something I never thought would happen.
I enjoyed riding in the backseat of the car, closing my eyes and waking up at the grocery store or the car store.
crack, smack, punk
I heard him hit you for the last time
crack, smack, punk
God, how dare you hit your wife, a crime
thwack, whip, punk
Your kids are frozen in shock, just one room over
I can see the rain a comin'
fire in my eyes
I can see the rain a comin'
baby no disquise
with you.
I can see your face when I'm alseep
the words you never said rest heavy on my heart
days like this
with crying gray skies
make me wish i was an artist
because then i could show you
how beautiful this day is
how bright people are shining
like paint pallete beacons
20/1/19--Brooklyn in The Rain
I'm 17 and a month old now, and it’s about 20 minutes past midnight.
I am in love with the rain.
The way it cleanses my heart,
and soaks up my pain.
The way it relieves me from the draining sunlight
that had burned up all my emotions and left me a barren wasteland.
heavy hope can be hard to carry,
and an obscure future, dark and scary.
here without you,
why'd you go?
didn't tie the knot, nor tie the bow.
before you left,
you kissed my nose
Water droplets fall from the sky,
flowers yell with excitment,
people scream in sorrow.
But little do they know
what makes one grieve
could make something else grow.
I am only overwhelmed with pure joy;
It is when I take in that sweet fresh air.
The smell of rain lingers as a decoy,
It's a distraction to the lack of care.
The rain is my peace.
My eyes were the ocean.
My heart in ruins.
I shook violently as the droplets struck me.
.
The rain is my peace.,
For she cannot see my tears.
when it rainsdo not stretch your hands.the drops from the dark clouds are with enmitywon't make the scalds of love
Even though the sky weeps with us today, tomorrow shares the warmth of sunshine and friendship, healing our sorrows in the light of rainbows.
Hello, rainforest
In wet season I write you
While the clouds pour rain
And by the terrain, I sit
I am glad it's very warm
if I happen to
wake up
to the soft patter of rain outside my window
arms curled around
my sheets
(around you)
Ripple
September 10, 2018 ~ Monday
Daddy
Hello, you who held me when I was just a baby
To you, who watched me
Swathed and bottle fed me
doesn't it rain sometimes
on the inside
and isn't it funny
your umbrella can't be opened
because it's bad luck.
Clouds are endless,
When way up high,
towards the edges of the sky.
Also soft,
Plush, enough to catch
The common by and by.
Stars, those shooting stars
When the sky falls.
I was up early this morning, and saw a sunrise.
The whole sky was the purple-grey,
and it scared me.
Last night, when I was still up,
I looked outside and the whole sky was purple-black
The clouds roll in,
and the breeze blows by.
Just before the rain.
I can smell the earth,
and taste the sky.
Being small was never a problem.
It meant Max could crawl into small spaces,.
And being last in class to lose his first baby tooth,
Was also never a problem--
my friend’s funeral was a cloudy day.
a joyous celebration of life.
the clouds spoiled the ambiance,
but the rain never came.
Poetry, for me, has always been a bird,
Not like the one that stays outside the window every morning,
Not like the one that sits in a cage at the side of the room,
It smells like rain
Like screen porches and grass
Earlier the sky turned gray
Almost green
And the rain sounded like hail
To see the world
Through the frame of words
The moon in the sky
Above ponderosa pines
This scent in the air
Of the rain and wind
To catch and pin
The world to the page
Droplets rippled on the ground,People cowering in fear;There’s no trace of them around,Not during that time of year.
What we once fully embraced on our young skin
Is now what we retract from at first contact.
What we once tipped our heads to the heavens above for
We now bow our heads down as if in a prayer.
I see you running through the rain
I know its a stretch
Even for my fantastical childish dreams
But I still can see it
there is a little rain cloud that hangs above my head
it follows me whereever I go, to wherever I am lead
sometimes it will disappear and the sun will shine anew
but nowadays it never leaves and i don't know what to do
Rain, Rain don’t go away,
Please stay for another day.
Your voice is calming,
Your air is taunting.
The sleep you bring is blissful,
Drops of crystals slide down my window,
I watch it closely from my pillow.
The billowing wind sends creaks through the house,
Before I start this, I want to let you know, I don't want no Glory, I just want you to hear my story
The city bright and sweet
Reflecting the drops of rain
The paved stones glitter with amusement
Usually alive but now slowly dying
Pitter patter of the rain on my head
Sends the fears straight to bed,
In the things gone unsaid.
And the crackle of the thunder
Sending all the pain asunder
Taking respite in the clouds
I want to spend all my lives with you;
I don't want us to ever be apart.
I think we're stuck like glue;
You're the beat of my heart.
I think we were meant to be;
Rooms capture nothing
Without wallpaper
Coverless books
Dangle bare
Eroding the roots
Of cotton-bound truths
The razor no longer slides through my wrist,
But I'm bleeding through the falling tears.
I have it all. I have the friends.
I have the love. I have the family.
When it rains, some say God is wheeping
for the lost souls that thrive on this
dying Earth.
When it rains, my window is
scattered with tiny droplets that
race eachother.
The silk-soft dewdrops crash so quickly against the calloused ground,The scent of fresh earth fills my nose.The birds take cover all around,I see the blooming of a rose. Calmness fills the silence,I watch the soft flowers be rinsed.The water glide
Wet fuzzy socks in my shoe
Squish every time I walk
Around the block with you
Warm winter window smiles
From strangers sharing dinner
It is raining
The lightning lashes
The thunder roars
I am running towards a lone figure
collapsed upon the ground
It is raining
Dark and wet
These memories we hold
Will forever be apart of us
These relations we mold
Will become a part of us
For we've known each other shortly
These, yes these events
Dear Dreams,
The alarm buzzes, blares.
Water patters on pavement,
Streams slide urgently down paned glass,
An early fog shrouds the evergreens and the mottled brown, white neighborhood.
Everytime we argue, we create a storm.
You say things you don't mean- please don't make a scene.
Those vulgar words you say, I wish they could be unheard.
And as we separate- the clouds they turn grey.
Made me feel like
I was being caught in the rain.
Slow scattered drops of water,
Cool on a warm day,
Sent Worry and Desire on a race.
Should I run or watch what happens?
i sat through the rain.
and everytime i saw shelter i ran.
how could i live without the rain?
how could i live without the silence being broken?
rain isn't quiet, i promise.
it has a voice,
Dear Hurricane Victor,
A hailstorm commenced when I agreed to be yours
And you, mine…
I often wonder if it was a sign.
The return of the rain heralds ages of growthwhere leaves left forgotten to their last ending goeth.
The return of the rain hails the heel of old firesmakes moss meet to grow on tall boreal spires.
The trees they sway.
The wind convey,
Their branches all a ’swinging.
The breeze can whisper,
Make you shiver,
On feathery wisps a ’winging.
The wind grows louder,
The air is still,
the sky is calm,
the rain is soft,
Like soothing balm.
Rain keeps falling,
Chilling,
Calling,
Rain keeps Calling,
Calling on.
I know you don’t understand
The sun has set and the fog is heavy
But can’t you hear them whispering?
The soft voices beyond our own
Dear Rain
Please come back to Southern California
It seemes like you were only here a short time
Like you didn't really like us and visited just to be polite
I get it, we haven't been the kindest hosts
As the wind blows and
The rain pounds on my window,
You hold me tight and don't let go.
I fall asleep in your arms,
Waiting for a rainbow
That I hope will come,
The one that you promised was just
The rain fallsPitter PatterMotionless and powerful,In a steady flowing patternWashing away the thingsWe no longer wish to see
The angry skies on a sleepless night,
Rolling thunder, flashes of light,
A tireless battle midst roiling clouds.
A quick parry, a sudden thrust,
Their booming voices,
I find joy walking in the rain with you.
The wind brings a biting chill
And the water droplets sink into my clothes.
The sky is a flat, endless gray.
The nice days before next Spring are
running out.
"Sunny 80 degrees"
will turn into
"65 with a slight breeze".
Soon the meteorologist will prophesize
scattered showers through February.
I had waited.
For.
The rain to stop.
But.
The sky stayed open.
And.
It did not seem
Like
You would arrive.
Sadly.
Then I learned.
That.
You had changed plans.
I had waited.
For.
The rain to stop.
But.
The sky stayed open.
And.
It did not seem.
Like
You would arrive
Sadly.
Then I found out.
That.
Spontaneously venturing
On a rainy day hike
I never knew, it was you I would like.
Dressed up so warm,
To fend against the storm.
A raindrop on the windowpane
A teardrop on your cheek
Slowly running down
Followed by another
Are you crying?
Or is that rain?
It hurts to see you there
Do you know what it's like being caught in rains while the sun is out?
First kisses.
There's not enough rain
In the world to wash
Away the hurt and pain
Rain so pure, so clean is
Muddied almost instantly
The world leaves an indelible mark on all it touches
The clouds start moving in,
obscuring the midday sky.
They layer upon one another,
blocking out all available sunshine.
The wind picks up,
rushing through the trees.
it smells like it's going to rain
the air outside, despite the sun, suggests a downpour
of golden droplets onto my head and hands
healing drops to help me realize
In the mind's eye, I can see naught but a raindrop,Reflecting an emerald world as, on a blade of grass, it is atop.
I could never really describe the way
thunderstorms made me feel
It is a strange experience.
At first,
as the wind starts rising
and getting stronger,
I feel it inside me.
I woke up this morning
with the sound of rain
hitting on my window
and I thought...
I recognize that sound
thump thump thump thump
Getting faster and faster
as I get near you
when it rains
all that it takes to make the world interesting
it to roll your shopping cart over a storm drain
or sewer grate
or whatever
Watching a drop of rain.
I thought I'd drown in a lifetime of eternal bliss.
Falling fast. I caught the drop unexpectedly on my face.
Feeling instant relief from the thoughts that pursued everlasting bliss.
One step, one breath in. Two step, two breath in. Three step, three breath in. Four step, four breath in. Repeat.
Pitter, Patter
The rain's not near the latter
Pitter, Patter
The rain just wants to chatter
Drippity, Drop
Preventing all the eavesdrop
Drippity, Drop
You just want it to stop
Tick, Tock
The stages of rain are neverending
But it seems that this rain is heavy
Mixed with hail and God's guilty tears
Maybe he see the bad we've done
What he has caused us to do
And wants to wash it away
Through the morning clouds they fall,
These tiny cannon balls.
They hit the ground and puddle and muddle the noises with a huddled pitter patter sound.
I told you I was water.
You said you loved the rain.
Yet, my touch made you shiver.
And it turns out
That depth terrifies you.
And I,
Well I was the ocean.
-Harleigh Stillwell
4-12-17
Words like rain.
Words drop like a constant rain,
Drowning out all that is humane
Words like rain.
At first start small
We laugh and play in the rain
as it soaks through our clothe
each drop clinging to our skin
like the morning dew upon the grass.
We look up and smile at the ashened clouds
Rain falls heavily, and quickly, on the windows I just cleaned,
And makes the barren plum tree bloom afresh with green.
It revives the flowers and awakens them for May,
And the calming April showers turn into sunny days.
Whispers and shadows were all around
As someone knocking the door
But no one was there
Illusion
No, not at all
Than what it was
It was love
That never came to me
The shadows chased me
Lifting my eyes to the sky above me,
I enjoyed one last glimpse of the light.
And as I prepared my heart, in came the clouds of darkness
To surround me in a seemingly endless night.
One word
should be enough to describe
my feelings – the feels – of this year.
But it can’t. It’s too great and beautiful
The dark clouds roll in
with the promise of rain.
And I sit here staring out the window
with tear stained cheeks,
alone in an empty room
where the shadows creep.
I await the crying of the sky
There's more to a woman than her body and curves.
At the core of her brain is a thunderstorm that rains down wisdom, knowledge, and understanding flooding the soul of man with love in it's truest form.
It's the feeling of running through rain
holding your heels instead of trying to run in them.
The sheer satin and silk tulle skirt, gracefully,
flying with you, flowing around you as you run.
hot pink stripes falling from the sky.
deep brown waves and pale fingers falling from my head.
kneeling in a field behind a church with a razor to the back of my neck
Rain falls on a February morning
Freezing into spears before it hits the ground.
He dodges the drops among the trees
The wet soil crunches with every drop of water that pellets the ground.
Leaves bend to make way for the pouring force from the sky.
Thundering above the ground,-
Booming with loud claps of sound and light,-
Rain
It slips between your hands
Like the chances you would've had if you had made a different choice
Whether it was good or bad
The outcome would be different
The leaf begins to fall
and the blade becomes red.
My heart dies for her.
I see what could have been,
Sometimes it’s like rain.
It collects in the sky, with dark clouds gathering,
Looming above you.
You notice it, acknowledge it
And feel it when it comes,
I dipped my toes into the cold water
it was pleasant
it reminded me of my heart
I thought it did, I thought it did
but it didn't
it wasn't really my heart
My heart was gold
When the wind blows
And the sky fogs
Up my picture in the mirror
When the river roars
And the birds soar
Above the woods we roamed
When the cliffs spike
And the rocks fall
All these tears are washing away with the rain
All these fears are stripping away my insanity
Every memory fades away with the past
And each thought of you hurts more than the last
The rain cascades down in silver sheets,
Covering the streets, me, and everything,
Liquid smoke, muffles everything pleasantly
As it falls down around me.
i watch the hurried world go by
a somber and sweet sight
people pass with eyes glaring down
as the sky kisses the earth
my heart sinks to the bottom of
a dark and empty world
Dreary clouds spread across the skyThe weather reminds you of a recent goodbye Rain is streaming down the window panesYour face is covered in tear stains
When I was little I liked to dance in the rain
I didn't care about the mud
clinging to my bleach blonde hair
and ruining my shorts
I smiled wide, not caring
but when I came in late home from school
There is nothing better than a sky filled with
clouds that are ready to pour down rain. And
the only thing that rivals that is when the heavens
open up to bless the Earth with cool and gracious water.
There is nothing quite like getting in the car while it rains.
I turn onto the interstate, and set my pace at about 70 mph.
I love the sound of each and every rain drop falling onto my car.
The Rain. It trickles down my window seal.It rushes to the ground, doing a cannon- ball on the blades of grass.The Coffee. The smell inpermiates my nose,making me inhale deeply,enjoying its strong aroma.
Rain - is the world's way of crying
Snow - is the world's way of cleansing its life.
Sun - is the world's way of showing happiness.
Earthquakes -are the world's way of shouting.
Scholars and scientists could’ve scarcely dreamed of,
Or pontificated the mysteries of,
Or conceived the selcouth realm
Of a little place called Rain.
The sound of rain filled her insides
while she sat and gawked at the sky
a light gray that described her mind
a place that has been able to unwind monetarily
mesmerized by the effortless elegance of the rain
Listen to that pitter-patter
a chill rain hits my window sill.
I sit here
criss-cross applesauce
drowning my stress
as the steam from my tea
brushes against my face.
Here I am happy,
Who knows me better than the Earth?
The rain pours down to where I perch
This feeling, being all alone
Think to myself, "What am I worth?"
When I hear the pitter-patter
on the roof after a long sunny day, I
think. I think about what it must be like
to be a raindrop, or even just a molecule
of water. To be able to go anywhere, or would
Feels Good.
Gazing into the eyes of my lover
Ocean's heartbeat lulling me to sleep
Odd encounters ending in a smile
Drizzly skies and the smell of a book
Feels Good.
Pick me up
When I feel down
The rain pours
Thunder in the background
Lightening flashes
Brightening a lamp lit home
Candles going, crackling like a fire
The smell of pine surrounding me with warmth
i breathe.
my throat is tight from
too much singing and
the anxiety that follows
my audition
-the look in my teacher's eyes
is not responsive when
the last note resonates
I miss the cloudy days
When the sky was nice and grey,
A sad smile upon my face.
What happened to the rain?
The sky has been to bright,
With the warm sunshine
Glowing upon the smiling faces
I'm shaken, I'm shaking
but not from the thunder
pretty soon then, my heart booms
but not from the lightning
The weather outside is nothing compared
to the way I feel when anxious, hyper, and scared
With heavy feet, I treadForcing myself to my bedI lay on my backBreath in and outAttempting not to focus on what I lack
The rain hits the window screen.
Pages rustle with soft grace.
Dark ink messages
Whisper sounds of peace.
The lightbulb gently glowing.
Music fills the cold heart.
Body heats up slowly.
Up on the hill by the mansion
Beneath a loud luminous sky
Clouds race in from the North-
A rogue storm nears.
Gusts of wind demolish fields and trees
A blur of brown, orange, and green fly by.
I don't want my heart to rain
Even though it sinks in my brain
I thought nothing was wrong in my vein,
Until I started feeling the pain.
I wished to be in the right lane
But I found myself in the wrong main
The end of the world fallsin silver shining dots on gray ground.The sky has sunlight in it somewhereover there, but here the shadows cupa low roof above our heads. Silence.A plastic bag drifts down. Lightning
The rain falls and it sounds like bullet casings;
The rain falls and it sounds like home.
The thunder comes and I am hiding,
Under a table, away from you.
From your thunder-clap hands,
Rain,
Trickles down my window pane,
Reminding me that it's okay,
To cry sometimes.
Your brave face cracks like thunder,
Leaving you to wonder,
If it's okay to let it melt away,
You're still pretty in the rain like sunflowers in the field
Even when your petals droop, yellow you are still
I express myself in the rain, the clouds, and the wind
The dark skies form above my head
And engulf me, in its eternal sorrow
As a past drug addict many people ask me what LSD was like… but…
How do I explain the rain to someone who had never felt it?
You've felt it hit your skin
Have you ever felt the rain?
The pitter-patter, like my fingers on the table we ate lunch at every day during school
The pitter-patter, harder now, like the waves of shutting lockers in the halls we once laughed in
My mindset is a thunderstorm. In the darkness I am lost and blinded by a storm cloud. There is, however, some hope for this natural disaster.
I love when it rains like the Heavens are crying
And I wonder if it’s that or something interstellar
Maybe the stars are happy and the clouds were watching
So they cried tears of joy
Maybe He saw that we needed rain
Soft pattering on the roof,A steady blanket of feather-light rain bathes my house.The dark periwinkle color peeking in through the blinds;It's safe. Paws padding softly over to the window,
The pale cloak
The gentle rain
the empty home
So full of pain
was once a castle
but it didn't last long
the foundation was rattled
so it no longer stands strong
the feeling of raindrops
the smell of heavy skies
the warm water-laden breeze
remind me of home
the dark earth smell
and clear cut water
make me want to bottle up
I've never heard such a ruckus,
Even after the rocks, and the hail
panging against the clean window.
Scratching, tearing away-
The storm lifted higher
Those clouds now emerge even
Sorrow drop above the sky today
Listen, the whisper cries as they fall by your ears
Splash!
There goes another perfect shapeless teardrop,
The rain, a free entity
Droplets are many but it is one being.
The rain who loves to fall,
Not minding the hard ground it’d hit,
The rain whose freedom makes it beautiful,
Raindrops on glass, taking you anywhere and anywhen. Places to go and times you've been. Universally sound, solid right through. Black and white with grain. Yeah, that'll do.
I am having an affair with Rain
His cool kiss is so forgiving, purifying....numbing
I listen to his artificial trickle for ten hours on Youtube to lull me to sleep
A blanket of time
covers our eyes.
Fire rains down from the sky
and water grows from salt.
We have shifted.
Fallen. Fast and deep into
nothing
save for imaginary realities.
The rain poured, and I stayed inside.
Plenty of clouds, not a drop of light.
Can't go outside, so I turn on a song
Started feeling lonely before too long.
Come on over, we can dance together.
At first it rained
and then it poured.
Lightning bore up to the sky
and the gods applause
resounded off the rigid mountains.
We danced,
and sang
and cried.
In the tears of Mother Earth
Losing him feels like
a thousand days' rain.
A weathered heart
pumping rusty blood
through iron veins.
When he's gone
a patinated pulse
is all I have left.
I can feel his presence
I'm singing and dancing in the rain
And laughing too!
10 words only a couple in the rain pic)
This was born of saturation - a heavinessThat has saddled the heart of heavenThe weight from months of toilOf fury, erstwhile unimaginedNow yielding, by instalmentA tear here, two drops thereWhat was that?
Steps she steps
Thoughts forgotten
Movements driven Purely
Buy the sound
The smell
The taste
Natures tears
Ah the rains
oh the rains
ho little did it rain
fulfilling pains
filling plains
bringing joy
plenty of joy
making sands
get its fill
making plants
become bliss
There’s something about your presence
I just can’t explain
It’s like burning fire and pouring rain
Take my hands
Take my feet
Make me your sanctuary
Fire burn in me
Anointing rain on me
Fire burn in me
I hear you calling
But my fuel’s on empty
I need your spirit to stir up a fire in me
On nights when onyx raindrops start to fall,
I’m often met by memories that I miss.
The way you shone, like Helen, o’er them all,
The way your ruby lips had felt to kiss.
I think of how I held you ‘neath the sky,
I used to wonder why
The other five year olds could never
Color between the lines-
My parents said I would be an artist,
Your like rain in July,
You break me down,
All I wanna do is cry.
Your like Winter,
On a sunny day,
Your devieving,
Heart-Breaking,
Your like the rain.
I am
I am nothing but I can eventually be something
I am two eyes and heartbeat and mouth that is full of words
I am the heart that beats inside of me and the blood that pumps through my veins
A worn out face stares through the fog,
forgotten voices fill her head.
The dripping of the constant rain,
diminishes the never ending pain.
Two dim lights finally appear,
I am the weight that makes the ground beneath me
Tremble
When I land on my feet.
I am the storms that plow through lands and tear
Right through civilization's seams.
1. The reliability I can place on my tongue to speak. Or to sing; to scoop these words, these sounds out of my mouth, like black-raspberry ice cream, into a ready bowl; willingly waiting for what I have to say.
In sunshine or rainIn pleasure or pain
In trial or triumphYou are my Godand You are enough.
You make the day,and end the night,Thank you Lordfor my religious rite.
Is today a good day?
Just because the sun doesn't shine today, doesn't mean it isn't.
The rain may bring a good day for someone who has a hard time finding fresh water.
Even when it is rainy
or stormy
God says
"smile beautiful"
he says this
with a rainbow.
So many colors
more than what
you can see
more that what
The rain pounds down
Shifting
Dancing through the air
Without a care in the world
And meeting the ground
In the harmonious union
Known as mud
The wind howls
Jealous of the rain
I live in an earthly purgatory
But tonight I smelled rain amongst the brimstone
I inhaled the scent of a coming cleansing
Of liquid purity flooding down upon the fire
I reside in the depths of perdition
The skies go to war when the clouds are silver
all through the land you can hear the cracks and roars
see the anger flashing in the sky
destroying everything in the wrong place and the wrong time
Rain, Rain
Some say you're pain.
You can destroy a community
to which there is no immunity.
I know it might seem like the world is crashing down
Trust me I know what it's to feel like that
It feels like you're standing in the rain without an umbrella
Stuck in an eternal darkness
As I look out my glass window pane
All I see is pouring rain
It's hard to refrain
When you have knee pain
from the pouring rain!
My eyes keep burning
from what seems like one hundred hours
of staring into a dry wind.
That wind seems determined
to send my retinas into a drought.
It hurts to close them.
What is it that I am
But a cloth hung up to dry
In the spring breeze
Quickly, hopefully, before it rains.
And when it rains, I am forgotten,
Drenched again from head to toe,
falling from the sky
in their clear crystal form
falling slowly at first
then faster in a storm
heading down
terrorizing those below
thunder encourages it along
lightning takes it home
As the steps outside are taken from the once pitch black
demon eyes
garage
yellow gazers...
The desert UPS package rain clouds like adobe hang above me
hazel
a tree in a snowy desert
Again.
It came crashing down on my windowsil.
Raking, tapping, billowing.
It clouded my thoughts, yet cleared them too.
It reminded me of you.
I remember watching him sleep,
his eyes fleeting back and forth under their lids.
I remember him drawing long breaths,
and his heartbeat wavering in his chest.
Sunny day
With a light rain
Calm, peaceful, beautiful
Suddenly, a strong wind rises
It gets stormy; wild
Violent weather, and the rain intensifies
The sky is dark
He'll beat you with secrets
He'll be drunk off lies
You'd be a fool to fall into his trap
I know I cannot control you
Your life is yours to live
Experiment with your set of boys in
You give me tears, you give me love, but there's more you do that lifts my heart, eve
The rain comes
On piano wielding fingertips
Serenading the city
With a song
That can never repeat.
And then, it is gone.
Dashing o’er a thousand hills,
Gliding through the forests,
Dancing o’er a million fields,
Soaring o’er the jungles.
I sing a delightful melody,
I sing the tune of love,
One could spend an eternity of Light and Waves
To fathom what’s just beyond the charcoal borders
Drowning everything in the passage of its escape.
Drip, Drop, Drip... The rain hits the window
Drip, Drop, Drip... The facet leaks agaisnt the cold basin
Drip, Drop, Drip... Her blood in her head pounds
Drip,Drop,Drip... She falls to the floor
I love the rain
not because of the smell
or because it makes the flowers grow
but because
when I stand beneath it
I can breathe
I am made anew
It washes away my transgressions
The sunlight is gone
and the threatning shadow of rain
makes the earth seem unknown
with its strange glow again.
The warm breeze twirls quickly.
The plants-too green- hasten their dance,
The sky floods with rain
the earth shudders with thunder
echoing my pain
and every little thought I ponder.
Just wash it all away...
All the painful things.
I lift my face up to the sky
When the storm clouds rolled,
I lifted my head to the sky.
When fate the lightning foretold,
I smiled but didn't wait to die.
Lifting my skirts, I danced through the rain,
Smile on my face
5, 6, 7, 8
Cheerleading.
It's in my blood.
12 years of it.
12 entire years of my life.
12 years of pom poms,
dancing,
cheering on the crowd.
I've always wanted to live in Seattle.
The pitter patter of rain on the rooftops has never failed to put me right to sleep.
Some people find lightning, thunder, and the damage done in storms frightening.
Sometimes we need to inhale a stormy day,
and let it wash the pain from days of agony away.
Sometimes we as humans need just one day of sorrow and gloom,
Pitter patter
pitter patter
The rain falls so softly
As I sit and drink my coffee
Thinking to myself how peaceful that day would be
Sitting there writing poetry
Sinking in my chair
Seven years down the drain,
Seven years of suffering and pain,
torture and greif,
finally a release.
Chains are all broken.
memories are erased,
People say rain is the crying of God, but I say different
I say the rain is the crying of humanity,
The emotions that are stored, but never released,
The rain pours down with stories old
With memory too precious
And recollection too dear
For human eloquence to unfold.
The rain pours down it's stories sharing
To all with ears to hear
I knew what I had to do
The breathy giggles and speading heart beat
Tell tale signs
The thunder laughing and the rain patting
I couldn't help it!
Jumping up
Racing to the window
How do you make sense of an upside down chair
when the sky sees the surface that belongs to the eyes of the earth
put it right side up again and then finally it is useable
yellow chairs bowing to the trees
I feel a poem like you feel rain
hanging in the air, stirring the skies
soon to strike skin but not quite yet
the way birds declare spring miles before you smell puddles
how the beetles cower in tree-nooks
Never give up, especially when times are tough and things seem dimmer;
Those times build us, mold us from fragile dust, into clouds that shimmer;
To something by far more meaningful and far much greater;
Rainy days...
Cast gloom over my sanity.
So many thoughts,
So many memories...
Cast stormy clouds over my mind.
Raining thoughts,
Into my medulla
Gotta stop the rain drops.
how is i that i lay here
listening to sad songs and the pouring rain
letting vodka slip down my throat into my veins
counting seconds between lightning and thunder...
how is it that with this razor in my hand
Childish
Attention whore
Fat
Ugly
That's what they called me
The names that still ring in my ears as clear as the blue ocean that wraps around your toes and covers your feet with momentary protection
The world brought me whatever I needed,
A friend,
A mother,
A father,
A brother-
Yet, it took away something valuable.
Someone I loved,
Someone I adored-
She was my sister,
I hear the rain and I remember
Counting thunder strikes
Dancing barefoot in the gutters and
Being forced to come inside.
Hiding curled under covers
Scared of lights and passing cars
Drip Drop
Drip Drop
Drip Drop
Drip Drop
Drip Drop
The rain is falling
On my heart.
The tears of many
I reach into the shadows and my hand touches your face,
Every single line of yours my fingers pretend to trace,
I wonder - could this torture last forever?
My love, I'm seeking you in shadows,
I lay in bed, caressed by my warm covers.
Staring out of the window; that is littered,
With translucent, tiny little bulbs of water.
I hear it. I hear it against my window.
Let me hear the rolling thunder
Let me stand out in the rain
Envelope the days and troubles
Wash away the hidden stain
DripDripSplashDripDropDripDropMoistness fills the airAfter quenching the demandOf the dusty landThe cot made with rope and woodShifts as you sneeze
The rain.
It falls.
The sound of heavenly water falling onto the earth is beautiful.
It's a symphony.
A masterpiece.
It calms.
It rages.
It soothes.
The rain.
It falls.
Rain drops on the pond,
Their tiny little ripples that stir the water in curious patterns.
Oh, how I love to watch the rain.
Maybe our lives are like those itty bitty rain drops,
There is a certain
Kind of feeling which cannot be
Explained—
Like the feeling when it rains, or
When someone you love
Dies—one which goes
Beyond words, beyond expression.
Feelings which can
Have you ever considered the mind of a fish?
Whether he laments his glass imprsonment
And dreams of swimming in the ocean?
Have you ever pondered the state of a house?
The rain. The rain.
My bare feet on the cold wet ground.
I stare across the vast expanse which is my city.
The trees. The houses. The lights. The cars.
As the rain falls, my world seems to go in slow motion.
Storm clouds gather in the afternoon skies
Like doubts and fears clouding my eyes
They used to be hazel, now they're grey
Once they shown like a bright autumn day
The rain dripped like slivers of silk-a pluvial massacre.
It gleamed and ripped as shards of glass- a crystal aftermath.
I know your eyes aren't seeing like they used to see
And the track marks left circles round your heart
They say the sun must always set on beauty
Cause the rain always needs a place to start
I spend hours writing to clear my brainNothing makes me feel the sameI'll even do it on the trainOn my way to work, or in the rainUnder an umbrella, or even SpainI like to do it when I'm stressed,
I feel your pain.
I know the reason why you rain.
Taken for granted but giving life to the seed and having the ability to wipe out a flame.
as the rain dances from the sky
descending, falling
from weighted clouds
they find indulgence
in newfound independence
exposure to the pressure of wind
Hear the rushing and the gushing
Of the wind’s resounding might,
O’er the ruckus of the rain
The rain began in my brain,
Its lightning strikes my heart.
Its torrential downpour
Takes sight away,
Tunnel vision
I saw you pass by my open window
and your scent of flowers came rushing in
I watched as you crossed the stone path laid before you
Like a queen following the royal carpet laid before her
The sky a misty and gray.
The window sill my head does lay,
Contemplating the days before,
when the sun's dry heat singed my to the core,
When I'd run quickly off the sand that was hot and dry,
Back home I spent a lot of time in the rain.I spent hours walking around my neighborhoodNot in light sprinklings or simple showers,but in the heavy downpours that punctuated my childhood.
Water raced down my window paneAnd all I envisioned was the partitionStemming from the trunk of a treeIt was solemn and it was poignant
people and water drops are all the same,
one day we shine,
one day we are dull
some are big
Cold to the touch
You collide with my skin
While you freefall
From and endless sky.
I can see you
Yet I see through you,
For your cause is clear
But your effect is color.
Let the rain come down
And so I walk through town
I let the rain pour
As I walk about the shore
They drip down from my face
the tears hidden by my grace
Let it come down
Let it all come down
O dear rain when will you fall
And let me hear the
Echoes,
The echoes of your pitter patter,
The dancing of your clear crystal beauty;
Come back to this dry season
A Christmas tree puzzle
sits in pieces on the dirty-white carpet floor.
A little girl in a decorated blue sweater is looking out
her rain-drenched window to see
her slowly flooding street.
Like how only the sky can feel the lightning, thunder and rain
only i know the feeling of empty loneliness
the true distance between me and happiness
only i can fake the smile
and hide the tears
The weather is gloomy.
It hangs in the air,
Its unpredictable patterns,
Remind me of someone that I hold dear,
My best friend is this way,
It’s sad to think that she is hurt and unhappy,
The sleep of winter roams deep unpunished,
Calm, subtle, just.
A generous wind, carries Autumn's rubbish;
Leaves, weathered to crust.
Rain's kiss is as cold as ice.
A warning of what's yet to come
Over head, they loom with impending news
To either quell the fires that ravage
Or to restrain life that grew too savage.
In most respects, we must all pay our dues
To revitalize the cycle a new.
A cloud drifts across the sky.The scrawling of angelsCover every inch of it,Hiding their promises.
See I am, the creator, I write the lives, and the lies, that I tell, to keep me alive, and well, a dream, could this really be not reality, but pain, creates our world in reality, the rain, resemble tears that we shed, and I see, why god, won't
A scent to clear the mind,
A sound that can heal much,
Blessed are those who feel the rain
Without the sense of touch.
Water attracted to water, becoming more and more itself until the sky herself cannot hold the forces away. The culmination of these events can lead us to a rather beautiful metaphor. For the self is attracted to the self.
Sitting in a room in the dark with the shades up
quietly absorbing the vibrations gently rocking the penthouse,
I am still.
Basking in the intermittent, fleeting flashes of fluorescent
There's one thing I love about The City.
Not the crowds,
Not the lights,
Not sounds,
But the rain.
It starts out
Soft,
Barely a whisper.
And then it grows
And grows
The rain dropsnot from the clouds,but from the Heavens above.They drip from the treetopsand drop from each branchand nestle into leaves,glisten on webs woven tight fromspiders at night,
Catch the clouds in your palms,
Molten wisps that speed like trains,
But tastes like violet and two-a-days.
Bathe in autumn, evening heavens at
Seven o’clock in the morning,
Cold that tugs at the down
I wish I lived alone
so no one would have
to hear the rain fall
and the rolling thunder
Instead I hide
and bury myself
in blankets and pillows
in fear of being heard.
So, let it out. Hold nothing back.Write like me.What I feel. What I think. What I know. Which isn’t much…This is all so new… I’ve never been in such an unfamiliar place.I love it and hate it, all at the same time.
You claim I got no sense of mind
but I can't tell you nothing,
men are not owed an explanation
when one is striving for horizons,
I've been reaching beyond rainbows
somewhere out beyond the rain,
When September rains down on me all of my fears are played over and over my mind like a movie screen.
I'm washing away all regret and the sorrow of soul.
By the sight of lighting
By the trickle of rain
Together they form a storm
It will last an hour or so
Just to show
She doesn't like the rain
It washes up what once was sunk
Dodging drops, all in vain
No, she doesn't like this rain
The shore littered with memories, pain
She buries them in sand, Grains of Time
I am from lands which weep rain unto us all;From cozy tapestries of cloud and trees like the fingers of God.I am from the sweet, bastard child of Gaia and Hephaestus,Where Nature dances the waltz with Industry
Why, my daisy,
Do your petals droop?
Fading, falling to the ground?
And why, my daisy,
Do you bow down to the wind
When gusts growl and roar with rage?
The Rain
It Falls.
Those Cannonballs
Exploding Upon
The Ground.
Destruction
Our Home
It Crumbles.
My Sisters
They Drown.
The Life of an Ant
pitter-patter like little feetraindrops tapping on mine pane
bitter burns hiss and slitherremembrance dismantles my sane
moist summers and eerie chimesfingertips lost within your mane
The cool summer rain
Falls in soft sheets
Enough for umbrellas, but not for raincoats;
Enough for me, enough for peace.
Prose
O starry night, brazen with chimera.Behind those cimmerian clouds breadthwith God's touch.
Imagine without frontier's and marvelat the shiploads of faith that navigatethrough stormy seas.
Down,
Down,
Down the window,
Down the window pane,
Drip,
Drop,
Patter,
Stop,
Softly falls the rain.
Grey skies,
Stormy sighs,
The clouds are hanging low,
Joy is a smile
a laugh
a thoughtful frown
Joy is the sun
the rain
the hop of a frog
Joy is a poem
a story
and a song
Joy is walking
running
Amid earth and Skye,
I view the world from between.
Torn by reality.
Fallen like the Rain,
Weight directed his descent.
He remains stagnant.
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Raindrops kiss my face
And in this pour I dance
I can read,on her face-the daylight broughtonly misery and hate.
Not all rainy days,are meant for joy-tears are the rains toys.
Unlike raindrops Two people cant be in the same place at the same time They can be next to each other But they cannot be where the other is Unless of course those two people are the same person As one they join Like water falling from the sky, the
Fare thee well, my heart, which I have sundered
Ripped from my own chest, ne'er to pain again
Oh how it agonized and it thundered
When thou left my side and thus followed: rain.
Pitter-patter on the roof
The wet grass is your proof
Just singing in the rain
You lose all sorts of pain
I love dancing all around
For the town of Somerton, rain is a rarity.
When it rains the town becomes something no sane man can describe,
It is as if it takes on a whole new identity.
The smell fills every pair of nostrils,
If I were the rain,
my drops would not fall parallel,
they would hit you in the face
and make you want to turn away.
The serenity of Rain,The feeling of loss and uncertainty,I fight with a long restrain.The darkness of my heart,Is released at this time,Consuming my mind,
The smell of spruce
The glistening fir
The cloudy cool
I know for sure
The gentle rain
It fills the air
It cleans the earth
It damps my hair
The mountains sigh
With refreshing need
i was taking stroll across a tightropeit spanned the greatest of cumulus cloudsi walked back and forthday by day, hoping that eventually i would be struck down Then lightning clapped like the hands of godand i fell and cried as i fellbecause i th
Green-grey clouds
Bring rain to city streets
Thirsty flora and fauna
Wind, wet with wild waterdrops
Beat a fervent staccato against windows
Hands forcefully grasp mine
suffocating kisses
touches once welcome
now repulsive.
Figure in the back watches.
I stare at headlights.
Does our secret show?
Flashback
Spring rain makes puddles of my love
upon the grass.
We tumble and roll
and let go of any fucks given
about ideas of dry, huddled
in clumps under awnings and umbrellas.
The rain continues pouring down
As we lay together safe and sound
With your arms wrapped around me
There's no other place I'd rather be
Hearing the rain pour down on our rooftop
Across the window pane
Drops falling fast
Whispering silent secrets
Casting shadows of the past
Some may see sadness
And cry their own tears
Cascade down crimson cheeks
I'm sitting here in this empty houseListening to the hard rain pound on the roofWondering why you're not here.It's going to be way worse without you,I want this to change,
Before you were gone I imagined the way it'd feel,But it's all so different when I know it's real.You feel so close, yet you've gone so far.I remember your blue eyes twinkling like a shining star.
Today it rains and rains and rains
as it did the night before
as it will do tomorrow.
and i can see each drop
steadily falling with purpose
Rain
Sweetly, the rain falls on my yearning face.
Softly, it tumbles and fills the air.
Who can stop this gentle waterfall?
I hear the soft footsteps of rain outside my window,
It’s louder friend only seconds behind.
They bring me no fear,
No wariness, no excitement.
I. First-light
Eyes fly open and I light up a cigarette.
Check to see…yep, still there. I slowly unfurl
My cramped wings, the slow rustle of feathers
The sun shines over me,
Shining a great smile,
Shining like a spot light on the stars of our stories,
Twinkling a hello and a goodbye each day,
It will rain today.
The pressure will rise, and the sun will be masked by the white & blue colors it creates when the cold & wet appear.
And all the girls in short and shirts that get cold will get cold
Foreboding thunder claps from miles away,
Water deluges the streets.
Ominous winds strike the earth,
Lightning bolts intrude.
The Sky
Insisting to reflect what is inside of me
Darkened it's clouds to night
Pouring out my grief;
The trees bowed and trembled beneith it's power;
I turned my face up to accept it's companionship
Bone white, the tinted light
My eyes blur
As fingers bury deep
The warm leather pockets
A satin-like heat
Drops slide slovenly down your chin
As I trace along
Someone once said
that we shouldn't wait
for the storm to pass,
but learn to
dance in the rain.
Well, I definitely can't dance,
my rhythm is
weak and my limbs-
clumsy. But I know I
Put your pen down
on the paper
Let the thoughts flow
like a river
Let the words go
on forever
Make your feelings known
to the world.
Let the rain come
down upon you
Rain comes down in pails.
Occasionally it hails.
I don't want to be inside.
I want to go OUTSIDE.
I want to sing in the rain,
but wet clothes are a pain.
So I stay inside,
Crickets chirp sweetly
The wind brushes through the trees
The summer storm builds
Raindrops hit the tin
Puddles begin to appear
Birds still sing their songs
I got caught in a thunderstorm
and thought about the way our bodies move
through the sky and fall to the earth just like that.
They tried to teach poetry as a class in fifth grade,
Even the teacher opposed to ‘teaching’ poetry,
Poetry is not taught, it is felt in your heart and soul,
It is a way of expressing yourself like nothing and no one else,
Cursing lights flood the dark,
Stains of grey upon the road
Twisting, Wrenching
Streams Slip
Slowly, slickly, down the damp
hills hidden behind the curve of my left shoulder
----suntanned, scarred----
The colors of the sky
Matches to the shadows of the eye
When one is blue
The other one is too
But as the lives go by
With nothing more than a sigh
One looks up high to see
What color the sky would be
It's so much work
for the sprinkling rain
to pepper the windshield of this car,
yet it only takes
the wiper's blade -
one pass - and now, it's void of water.
Leave me
As the stinking flesh melts off the body of its unfortunate host.
Rain falls upon your dripping locks.
Blood pools around your sodden feet;
Or is it rain?
No one knows.
My grave is not marked.
I write poetry to ease my mind after a long day's work
I use rhyme scheme so my words would lurk.
It's more emotion based, than anything else.
Not usually about people, but more myself.
I write for the brain flow
the flow of emotions as they tumble out
wanting to be contained
like a rain cloud
condensation
but it has to rain
it's my savior
my liqiud sunshine
Gray and full of shade
I can see raindrops playing their game
Not a drop of sunlight on my face
Just wet, wet rain
(poems go here) Raindrops fall
From the crystal clear sky
Passing layers of life
Just passing them by
Going on a journey
Through the emptiness of air
Headfirst to the ground
Waiting to get there
It rains slowly tonight.
That sad kind of rain,
Where sorrow fills each raindrop,
With some silence, with some pain.
The skies darken
And around me
The pressure builds
With a burst, I feel
The first fat drops
Of rain as they begin to
Fall
Summer is here,
the storms are near,
the clouds are rolling in,
I can hear the thunder in the distance,
the cold air brush against my face,
water droplets that seem to fall from space,
summer is here,
I can finally smile once again but only in the rain.
I run around and be myself but only in the rain.
I laugh and I jump in joy but only in the rain.
I forget about the pain you've caused me but only in the rain.
When love breaks its like a storm
Inside everything is torn
The smell of rain is rolling in
You know this love is about to end
For a moment everything stalls
While the first rain drop has time to fall
Thunder claps its own song,
Rain drops its own tune,
Wind whistles its own melody
and all that comes from me
is this poem
It falls in waves and sheets,
smattering and clattering no matter night time or sun shine.
It's cleansing and it's filthy
cold or warm
beautiful and ugly.
It's what you make it out to be
rain is rain
The sky is dark and moody, storming as it goes
Screaching against my weary window
Let all the dry leaves float
My day continues, starting dim
Now brightening as my sun arrives
My happiness now arise.
Rain, rain, that lovely rain.
Tapping on my window pane.
Falling soft or falling hard.
Undescribed by any bard.
Fall it fast or fall it slow,
In the rain I want to go.
Dark rain clouds overhead
Though wet
And cold, lovely
Drops from the sky look to
The helpless puddle on the ground
To fall
The dry melancholy sound of the howl
shook the house while the water followed
shiny drops teeter tattered on glass
with the hopes of missing class
some dread this kind of weather
The way the rain disturbs the waves,
the small splatters in the silence.
The fog covers the sea to stop us from seeing
water hitting water, causing bigger waves;
a disturbance to normality.
I close my eyes and raise my fists
Up above, I leave bruises in the sky.
Purple and black, they start to cry
More tears than can be understood, but
not of sorrow or pain. For life, they fall
They fall from the sky,
Like a bird that can’t fly,
As they turn from vapor to liquid.
They drop to the ground,
With a slight sound,
Like a pin hitting the floor.
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
Summer
Storms, then sunshine
Breaks down the clouds quickly
Heavy wet air splits the sunlight
Apart
Rain.
Each drop of H20 hitting my face
rejuvenating me
Cleaning my soul
Washing me of my sins
Making me realize how I needed this
Cold winds and
rain
Not sure what direction to go
The rain, it is my comfort,
when I sit, alone, in darkness,
my thoughts completely consumed
by you.
Foolish rains,
why do you fall
from the heavens up above?
Why abandon your seat
in the endless skies
Is such freedom not enough?
When it rains,
I am always jealous of the droplets.
The journey from the clouds,
miles above,
Cannot be the easiest one,
But they nonetheless make it down to earth
And I,
People want EVERYTHING you have but fail to realize there was a time you had NOTHING.
All they see are the good days that go so well, they always seem to miss the days everything fail.
Black curtains take center stage
Throughout the midday sky
Storm clouds take a bow
Lightning flashes introduce my debut
While thunder roars like a drum roll
Making sure my presence will not be ignored
Black curtains take center stage
Throughout the midday sky
Storm clouds take a bow
Lightning flashes introduce my debut
While thunder roars like a drum roll
Making sure my presence will not be ignored
His night is rough and bleak
Tears run down his cheeks
As the rain pours and slaps the ground
His father hits him, yet he doesn’t make a sound
For he knows the consequence of yelling
Typically, rain is related with sorrow
But it fills me only with reverent joy
As I think on the morrow
When I can enjoy
Watching the blossoms bloom
and ponder on the beauty of the Earth anew
I've learned what an inane life i live.
Nothing I have done is worth anything.
I sit here under this rain hoping it will cleanse away my sorrow but
every drop that hits my face just precedes to prove my folly.
A sweltering hot summer’s day
Clouds gather like a funeral procession
And let down their tears
Earth is cleansed as pelting sheets of drops flood empty streets
Empty but for one bare-footed stranger
The rolling clouds
upon the sky
wave at me
as they float by
The twist and turn
As they change form
Into beasts of old.
The ones forlorn
The sky is gray
Puddles are filled
Nobody realizes
How beautiful the slippery pavements,
The muddy grounds,
The fresh air,
The glistening grass,
The wet skin, truly are.
It washes my hair,
I see all of the flowers
When drought gives them pain
You help them by crying showers
Say you love them in the rain
I'm in drought because I'm lonely
What about me? Can you do the same?
Standing still as a boulder,
Knowing I should head inside.
Every passing minute I only grow older,
Down my arms the beads of water glide.
You pay women to dance, while your love is at home.
Two Viking babies asking when daddy is coming home.
How familiar is my name,
For daddy’s the one to blame...
Your ice cold look is really just a new flame.
I feel the pitter patter of the rain falling on my shoulders,
It's simply the best feeling ever.
Goosebumps raise on my legs,
As I dip my toes into the freshly made puddles.
It's like magic in liquid form.
One by two
thumbnails,
slicing the slatted
shadows
with smiles,
consciously exuberant.
Recalling
the heavy dark
scent
in apartment laundry
rooms and
the pressing
desire
Rain
Oh, temporal rain, why must your cloud our days and future so far from near
is it hatred this unending vicissitude of yours I fear
First you start, and then you stop
plip plop plip plop
The sky’s filled with sadness pouring heavy tears
Watching from below the carnivorous creatures eating themselves
Brothers and sisters, similar all alike, raging against the other
Stardust winded
Wishes dispersed throughout
You wait
The sacrificing pigeon;
as white as neon
She flies over our head
Builds the nest
For the progeny of Liberty
Outside I stand there wishing for you
Praying for your beauty
Just so you could bless me with your drops of love
Please just embrace me with your gentle touch
Pour down on me and wash away all my pain
In its slow cries
All can hear.
Why say nothing?
Why steer clear?
You pray for it,
Clasp your dirty hands,
Slaughter it, fool
Its grave it lands.
Shining drops caress the leaves
Singing the song the nighttime weaves.
Lightning flashes, the thunder chimes
To the chaos of my mind.
Passionate love, wild like fury.
The edges of reality becoming blurry.
Dear Rainy Days,
Your exciting, splashy puddles
I simply can't resist,
You are my explanation;
The reason I exist.
Dear Rainy Days,
Your exciting, splashy puddles
I simply can't resist,
You are my explanation;
The reason I exist.
Heart in chains
Ain’t got no brains
Since we was a fetus
We’ve wondered who would lead us
My heart should be as large as the Grand Canyon.
Love rushing through it like water,
carving it out,
squirming its way in,
making it wider, deeper,
more soulful.
It should beat for those who love me,
The sky is dark and haunting.
It speaks with a voice that echoes across the world in omnipotent waves, forcing the weak into the shadows.
Pockets of grey precipitation are illuminated intermittently by a heavenly source.
I’m listening to the rain fall
Like the beating of a shallow heart
As it hits my window I stop
And try to pretend that it’s my rhythm.
