Rain Poems

Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing you a lullaby
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk
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I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain - and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
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Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain
On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me
Remembering again that I shall die
And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks
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The rain is raining all around,
It falls on field and tree,
It rains on the umbrellas here,
And on the ships at sea.
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Like the touch of rain she was
On a man's flesh and hair and eyes
When the joy of walking thus
Has taken him by surprise:
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Listen to me as one listens to the rain,
not attentive, not distracted,
light footsteps, thin drizzle,
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The taste
of rain
—Why kneel?
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Who will dance with the wind now that you're really gone?
Who will catch the sun's rays on the hot summer morn?

Who will slow down the gust when it's out of control?
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In time of silver rain
The earth puts forth new life again,
Green grasses grow
And flowers lift their heads,
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..................Rain Washing The World Green
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I have a homing bird feeling about
the rain falling
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I hear leaves drinking rain;
I hear rich leaves on top
Giving the poor beneath
Drop after drop;
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In the blue sky just a few specks of gray
In the evening of a beautiful day
Though last night it rained and more rain on the way
And that more rain is needed 'twould be fair to say
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Open the window, and let the air
Freshly blow upon face and hair,
And fill the room, as it fills the night,
With the breath of the rain's sweet might.
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She begins, and my grandmother joins her.
Mother and daughter sing like young girls.
If my father were alive, he would play
his accordion and sway like a boat.
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After the rain the air is sweet
With glist`ning pools beneath my feet
Raindrops dripping down from the eaves
Teardrops slipping off shining leaves
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I thought I had forgotten,
But it all came back again
To-night with the first spring thunder
In a rush of rain.
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A soft, whispering breeze, stirs the leaves on the trees,
And then suddenly, a gust, lifts the dry settled dust,
Things start moving about, and now there's no doubt,
That a storm's on the way, coming in from the bay.
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He's in the barn, watching the golden rays of sun
stream down. He's climbing the big, old oak tree, that
he's found. He's running off through the blades of grass.
He's thinking of, that cute, little girl who smiled at him
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So much rain, so much life like the swollen sky
of this black August. My sister, the sun,
broods in her yellow room and won't come out.
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Let it Rain!

Be willing to be kind
Be willing to be true
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rain comes rain
rain wets my pain,
wets my dust of gain,
cleans my walking lane,
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rain rain
rain rain the sorrows on them
rain rain
rain rain the squareness away
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The rain is crying for the love that it lost across the Milky Way.

Looking on Jupiter the rain holds the sound barrier with each drop of tears.
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Rain
Monsoon rain
I love your arrival
Your coolness
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hot sun in June, parched land and no rain
dust-storms, clouds in the sky and no rain

cattle cud under shades, no sight of rain
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"Aw…It's raining outside", the young boy said. "I wanted to play on my swing…"
"The rain is stupid…I hate it…It ruins everything".

"Don't cry about the rain." Mom said. "Don't be angry..I beseech you! "
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One of life's simplest moments: the approaching of the first few drops of a summer rain. That it was coming, all along, and had been predicted since mid-morning, by neighbors pointing to the dark western sky, and by the agitation of robins, and the unusual silence of cicadas - all that was conceded, and understood, while the rain itself would be welcomed, for it would cool the trees and the houses and the grass, and nourish the creatures of the earth in its invisible and lasting way.

Certainly it was expected, and yet as I sat there reading, being drawn into a faraway world, I had entirely forgotten the roof and the porch, and the parched streets, and even the increased tempo of the wind blowing through the trees - and suddenly there it was, that sound, those drops scattering, nothing overwhelming, just the announcement, the presence, of rain come at last.
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For when it rain thus one see a rain bow but when the feel the night breeze for it whisper for a heart to feel the touch of respect thus every whisper is the whisper of the angel for who's eyes shall touch a heart but when one see a rose thus it's the rose that bloom with respect just to feel the rain bow of respect is like feeling the touch of the angel of respect yet the rain bow of respect is the angel of the night.


Thus for every rain bow that one see for it's the angel of respect that one se in the rain bow but for every rose that been touch is the rose of the family that fill the sky with respect and yet for every rain bow thus there is the angel of respect the more the angel fill the air the more one shall see the stars of the angel just to be touch by the rain for once heart shall bloom like a special rose of the rain bow for who will feel the touch of the family of the angel but yet the rain bow of respect is the angel of the night.
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