The Mystery Of Rain Poem by Rose Marie Juan-austin
The Mystery Of Rain
The rain falls like bullets
It splits our home
And pierces the tenderness
Of our hearts
It displaces the hill I loved dearly
And tears down my favorite tree.
It is in the rain
That I witnessed
Nature's equality
It spares no one
Rich and poor
Good and evil.
Yet, I love the rain
Each drop creates rhythm
And music that only nature can give
It sounds likeangels
Coming down from heaven
Knocking our hardened hearts.
Rain nourishes
And feeds God's creations
Brings a new lease of life
To broken grasses and lands
Gives the world
Mysteries and wonders.
I love to look up
And face the sky
Whenever it rains
The pattering of raindrops
On my cheeks
Are like the sweet wet kisses
Of a lover.
When I am lonesome
And tears come streaming down my face
I used the rain to wash them away
Hiding my sorrow and temporary weakness
And Iremember
My beloved mother
Her tender loving hands
Wiping my tears.
Copyright 2017, Rose Marie Juan-Austin, All Rights Reserved
Excellent poem, I loved every bit of it. It deserves more than a 10
When I am lonesome And tears come streaming down my face I used the rain to wash them away Hiding my sorrow and temporary weakness And I will remember My beloved mother Her tender loving hands Wiping my tears...........................touching lines of a lovely poem.
When I am lonesome And tears come streaming down my face I used the rain to wash them away Hiding my sorrow and temporary weakness And Iremember My beloved mother Her tender loving hands Wiping my tears......so touching with nice theme. Beautiful poem nicely delineated. Thanks for sharing again.10
Number TWO: I cite the last four lines here: And I will remember My beloved mother...Her tender loving hands Wiping my tears........You have a loveliest and tender soul, Mrs. Juan-Austin, a loyal daughter to your beloved Mum. Myriad of 10's for this sublimest poem. God's Blessings in Abundance be upon thee.....
Number ONE: I love the rain a very lot too, but the rain that falls like bullets, I dislike either.The whole poem is a brilliant metaphored poem and each stanza are as beautifully created as the rest, having read time and again, I must say that the four last lines from the final stanza did it for me, Please read Number TWO, thank you.
They call that rain disaster sometimes but they didnt know rain is a blessing from the sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I like the way you have rationalized the stream of your expression in a definite scheme splitting it into six distinct stanzas! I was stuck at each stanza to catch the flow of your thoughts….so meticulous so elegantly crafted! Loved the first four lines of the last stanza of your poem: When I am lonesome/And tears come streaming down my face/I used the rain to wash them away/Hiding my sorrow and temporary weakness…a very creditable piece of poetry!
I am always mesmerized by your beautiful comments, Dr. Dillip. They are really treasures to my pen.