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NIGHT RAIN

I love to listen to the rain. I love to feel it, to smell it, to stand in it a while

I am not ashamed to say…I am a pluviophile.

 

I love to sit on the porch and watch and listen as the raindrops fall

sometimes they can come down loud…other times they make no sound at all.

 

I love watching the rain advance in the middle of the day

with the thunder announcing its visit and lightning showing the way.

 

But there is something about a night rain…the one I cannot see

that stirs my imagination and fuels my fantasy.

 

The night rain comes as a surprise…completely unexpected

It softly tiptoes in, surreptitiously…undetected.

 

At first I think it is the wind…for the wind and rain share a melody

and in the darkness of the night…neither can I see.

 

So I step out on the porch and by then it’s very plain

It wasn’t just the wind….as I’m greeted by the rain.

 

Then off in the distance I hear a sound I hadn’t heard before

as the thunder muted by the night whispers instead of roars.

 

Then I see the lightning blink…across the sky I see it splash

and I smile thinking even God when he’s taking pictures knows at night to use a flash.

 

And for a while I am happy to sit and listen to the night sky weep

but eventually I head to bed and let the rain serenade my sleep.

 

With the hope that in the morning memories of my dreams will still remain 

 

for are there any better dreams than those inspired by the rain?


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CRYING IN THE RAIN

She did not want anyone to see her grief, 

her sorrow 

her sadness

her pain

So she waited for the clouds to form 

 

and did her crying in the rain.


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SINGING IN THE SHOWER

Was it the rain upon my roof that woke me at this early morning hour…

 

or the gentle voice of a lonely flower singing in the shower.


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LISTEN TO THE RAIN

The sun has surrendered to the clouds…

only hints of the mountains remain

and I am sitting on the porch swing…

listening to an afternoon rain.

 

There is a rhythm to the sound…it rises and falls upon the breeze

and I marvel how some raindrops find the ground

while others linger in the trees.

 

I find myself drawn to my bed…as raindrops cascade from the sky

The soft music they’re composing…creates the perfect lullaby…

 

As I close my eyes and listen…to her music soft and deep

I find the melody so soothing and drift…slowly…off to sleep…

 

Until I hear a tapping…upon my window pane

and I smile when I realize…I’ve been awakened by the rain…

 

And I walk bak to the porch swing…as the rain beguiles and enthralls

and find strength among the raindrops…for they are not afraid to fall…

 

And I find happiness in the rain…where others may find gloom

for I understand the sky must weep…if the flowers are to bloom.

 

The rain has stopped as quickly as it began…

the mountains all return

as nature once again reminds me 

of all I have to learn…

 

Like how, in a gentle afternoon shower,

there is so much to be gained

if one stops to take a moment…

 

and listen to the rain.


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Without You

The rain

Is too much to bear

With my shoulders

Carried down

My face awash with tears

 

The forest of death

Shadowed by building

And monsters in the place of men

The city is

Despair

 

A single thought

Spoken out

That killed a love

And a man

 

A single stone 

Always there

Above him

The messenger

Of fate

For all of us

 

I cry without strength

Iv'e fallen down

I don't wish to rise

My knees are home

I can't pray to the lie

Or the sky

Or a man

 

Death has taken him

And soon comes for me

Was it my fault

The wind reminds

Of all the words

Like knives

The knives he painted

A terrible beauty

His last work

Hiding his last

Words

A paper on the floor

Covered in pencil

Red

And regret

 

I couldn't have saved you

You said

I don't believe

You

No matter what you say

There is always 

A second road

 

A field

The one you loved

Where i loved you

 

A hill

No shade

Only sun

And

Blue

 

Only today

It's grey

Today

Is rain

Loss and grief

 

Taken by men

By me

Away

 

This day

Is death

I consider your path

At least then

I'd be sure

To see you again

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CAUGHT IN THE RAIN

On my walk this morning…I was thinking about my poem

when I got caught out in the rain…about halfway from my home.

 

Halfway from where I started…halfway yet to go…

so I kept on walking and before I knew it…I was soaked from head to toe.

 

You see, it was a humid morning…so the rain…I didn’t mind

in fact I had to smile as the shower snuck up from behind.

 

And, you see, it was still quite dark this morning…so about the rain…I didn’t whine

as it glistened in the streetlights…causing everything to shine.

 

And you see, the rain came quietly…so about it…I didn’t frown

as I walked in the silence of the morning…and watched it gently floating down.

 

When I reached home, I was dripping wet and as I started to open the door

I noticed it was still raining…so I decided to walk some more…

 

Because how many moments in your life…can you be entertained

by walking in the darkness…immersed in a morning rain?

 

And besides, if I didn’t get caught in the rain this morning…

halfway from my home

I would have missed the beauty of that moment…

 

and the inspiration for this poem.


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THE RAIN

“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!”

“For if you stop a moment…The rain has much to teach you”.

 

“Rain teaches us about humility…for no matter how we complain

there are some things in life we don’t control…

sometime you’ve got to let it rain.”

 

“Rain teaches us about courage…not to be afraid to take that first step to the top…

because every downpour of rain…begins with a single drop.”

 

“Rain reminds us there are two sides to every story.

Though you are angry at the rain for falling down non-stop.

That same rain that stops you from swinging…is nourishing the crops.”

 

“We eat those crops to grow big and strong.

So when you think the rain has nothing it can give…

remember the farmer and his crops…and how we need the rain to live.”

 

“Do not let the rain stop you.” she said

“Rain is something to adore.”

Then she smiled at her young son

and opened up the door.

 

And out they ran into the rain

and as he played upon his swing

he learned a lesson about his mother 

as he watched her dance…and sing.

 

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Rain (Rhyme Royal)

Cooling comfort pours,  touching Earth,
Refreshing the parched,  thirsty soil.
Each drop is precious,  of true worth
For some,  a blessing for their toil.

A sign of hope that heaven hears,
Constant as the rays of sunlight
All await when the skies cry tears.

All rights reserved~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~06.09.15

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Ryhme Royal - a quatrain and a tercet about one topic

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To Grow in the Rain

The clouds are gray
And not a sign of sunlight in sight.
Clear droplets fall on the sky and bathe the world.
It is getting cold, but my heart is getting warm.
The sound of rain makes me feel safe.
 
Here I am, here you are
We are rained out, but we smile at each other.
Having nothing to do may become something to do.
Care to watch the rain with me?
Sit close to me and I will give you my hand.
The sound of rain makes me feel safe.
 
We watch the show as the rain falls.
It covers the roads and parts of the grass
Sometimes it rains so much it creates a small lake.
We watch each other, telling ourselves how blessed we are
To spend this moment together, just you and I alone.
We hear nothing, but the rain and thunder
It is music to our ears.
We close our eyes and our arms around us tight.
Lightning strikes next to us, but we are not scared.
The sound of rain makes me feel safe.
 
Why do people sing for the rain to go away?
They are deprived of the most beautiful weather.
Why tell it to come back another day when we can savor it?
The rain begets water and water is life.
Our friendship is growing like the plants during the storm.
We take deep breaths to fill our lungs with this cool air.
We hold hands again as the sky gets darker and it rains harder.
The sound of rain makes me feel safe.
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