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Rain in the summer. Listen to the pattering, Fresh and reviving.
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
Dark clouds cover the sky, Blocking the lonely star Floating in the mist.
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.
Train rumbles eastward Rain in the darkness falling Cold windows and hands
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
Rain, rain, go away.
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.
The clouds wept for they knew my pain. ~awatr
when it rainsdo not stretch your hands.the drops from the dark clouds are with enmitywon't make the scalds of love
The rains fell, briefly, On the mercilessly scorched earth, but vanished, just as briefly;
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
Through endless charcoal nights,
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.
Somedays it simply rains. Down my face in streams. Somedays it simply storms,
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,
The night sky cried with me And some of the heartache faded away
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;
Running from, yet to Car, door Searching the holder and finding it empty.
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.
after all these years she stopped the tears but she brought the fear of losing someone so dear
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.
As the rain kisses My face and my shoulder blades I know all is well.
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
Blue night whispers to the late rain i’m lost in the mirrors of me.
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
Drip Drop Drip Drop Listen To The Rain Drip Drop Drip Drop Riding Down The Lane
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
Rain on my window I've never been so happy Safe in my cocoon
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,
Falling, glistening, A small raindrop waits about Wanting to be found.
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 nebulous sky, veiled in concealment,
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.
under the sober sky neither are dry. though nearby a far cry. C R R A B
When it rains I look up. But the droplets stick to my glasses, so I look down.
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
It smells like rain, dear. The grey sky cries heavily. I want to cry too.
People are like rain, but I'm only a rain drop. He's a hurricane.
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,
It's wet And loud The water Sits On me In me The noise Chills The noise Kills
In your eyes is rain on the dese
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 single drop of rain Is a bullet from a sniper in the sky
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.
Tears of joy from the Sky rest on the windowpane Dampening my view
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
One by one,
Umbrella Soft touches graze my arms the cooling touch sinking through my shirt
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
Rain falls from above Cleansing all impurities Washing fears away
Here is for my love We run in rain or in sun Together we run
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
A shadow of conches talks to me,
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!
Death of the Body
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,
He called for a beautiful day. It is raining! The sun is out and everyone runs about. The ground is dry it's like a drought. The sky is clear, this weather is just dear.
Staring at my reflection
And so it did rain, Dark clouds fell across the sky, And it did renew.
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
Feeling that cool, soft breeze against my skin feels, feels amazing...
The rain comes On piano wielding fingertips Serenading the city With a song That can never repeat. And then, it is gone.
I used to love the rain
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
The rain is pouring down
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
Rain is our weather.
It might be dark, it might be grey, but this might be a mark, for a better day,
Water coming down, Gravity pulling it down, The rain will soon touch...
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.
As the drops slowly f a l l, emptying the clouds
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.
Willies squeaking and puddles rippling
The clouds are billowing overhead
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,
speaking in dead terms
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
Droplets of water, In we go to depths unknown; Impact magnified.
H appine ss unknown to us as promising as GNIHTON as obtainable as air
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
APRIL MAY April, oh April
The wind sings a beautiful melody, that calls for the rain to fall.
Sometimes it rains Somtimes babe, it downpours Will you still kiss me?
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
Raining in the middle of the street We dance to a Rhythm
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
I know so many people that hate the rain and love the day. But me?
Drip Drop Drip Drop Drip Drop Drip Drop Drip Drop The rain is falling On my heart. The tears of many
A night of rain brings many memories, each drop whispers the words of love for
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,
The month of June rain on rain the summers pain Reclaiming the the country's plains
The wind sings a beautiful melody, that calls for the rain to fall.
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
I like rainstorms They wash the world around me It smells new
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.
Sitting inside all day waiting for that one moment of feeling alive.
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
the rain is falling
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.
To free your soul you must accept pain.
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,
Optomisitc mind Embraces the wet bike ride. Feed perspective growth.
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
Rain is falling down Down under my camisole Now I have wet boobs
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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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
Look at the rainfall. It trickles down my warm skin. How amazingly clear.
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
The pale bud dances in the dark Swaying to the beat of the wind
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 gray cloudy sky, swollen with crystal tear drops, rids of its sorrows.
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.