It’s been quite the summer, as we finally get released from its steamy grip up in Western New York for cooler temperatures and quantities of rain. Believe me, we could use it!
There is a beauty in a rainstorm, the sounds are near symphonic, a euphonic tintinnabulation for the ears. The sights are picturesque as it appears that everything looks better when wet. The air seems fresher as everything is awash with rain. So this week we are “write as rain”. From a soft spring shower to a torrential downpour, write a rain poem. I’m not so naive to not recall the power and devastation of too much of a good rain. Whatever your opinion of rain, good or bad, lay down your deluge of words in honor of one of nature’s necessities! And as the title says, let poetry rain (er, reign) supreme!
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I’m putting in the link because I just don’t think it will fit the way I wrote it…
Not entirely about rain, but there is some rain in this ‘mash-up’ of prompts;
Reigning in Expressions
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Deeply moving, this.
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Jesus Said…
(Matthew 5:43-48)
They say, care for your community
but I say, love your enemies.
Pray for those who wrong you,
as children of the Heavenly Father.
He sends sunshine and rain
on those who do evil
as well on those who do good.
If you love your friends and family
don’t even thieves do the same?
If you greet only those close to you,
don’t even the worldly do that?
Aim to imitate Emmanuel,
rain your kindness on all.
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“rain your kindness on all”… what a wonderful world it would be.
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Evenetide
In a grayness that only grows darker
The afternoon drizzle slowly becomes
evening rain.
Fooled by this morning’s pale sunlight,
we workers now cover our heads
with newspapers as we run to our cars.
All the way home, my taped melodies
swing to the rhythm of the windshield
wipers as they swish back and forth.
From the windows of the buildings
rising through the rain-mist,
small lights wink on their welcome.
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Such a visual read!
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You make me see and feel this rain. I love the second stanza.
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Enjoyed this lovely poem.
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MY UMBRELLA
(a shadorma)
The safety
of your covering
fills me with
warmth as I
find shelter from the storm. You,
Lord, are my refuge.
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Yes – lovely
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Thanks, Debi – I used the prompt more as an image prompt than rain, specifically. Lately I’ve been very drawn to ekphrastic writing!
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Storms Without, Storms Within
Storms at night are scary
All alone, in the dark
No crooning moon
Or cheering stars
The sky is covered in inky splotches
Like some demented Rorschach test
No fluffy bunnies or tail chasing
kittens – only dragons consuming
Snakes, whipping tails,
Stomping across the skyscape
I wait for the raindrops to wash
Them away when morning comes
Storms at night are scary
All alone, in the dark
No laughter to light the room
No brave arms to wrap my fears in
My beating heart is the thunder
My thoughts clash like bolts of lightening
I wait for the teardrops to wash
Them all away when morning comes
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Albeit all the sturm und drang, I think this is nice.
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I’ve had those stormy thoughts and nearly always at night.
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A new phrase to add to my list
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I love your title and the way your brought these storms to life.
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Thanks 😊
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I must have met you in these dreams we seem to share. Wonderful poem!
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dream on!
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A WET CENTO
Every time it rains, it rains
April showers;
raindrops keep fallin’ on my head
in stormy weather,
and baby, the rain must fall
when the rain begins to fall
as chocolate rain
over the rainbow.
Louisiana rain;
mandolin rain;
purple rain;
I can’t stand the rain
but I get misty thinking of you.
So when you hear it thunder, don’t run under a tree
just dance in the rain,
kissin’ in the rain
with Marie from sunny Italy.
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Lovely compilation! I can hear Lena Horne now singing Stormy Weather.
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A fun read. While I do not recognize all the titles…I too can hear the ones I am familiar with. 🙂
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Ooo, there is a whole playlist running through my brain now! Good one.
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I agree with, Debi!
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Excellent cento, William!
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[…] phoenixrising POETRY RAINS SUPREME “Whatever your opinion of rain, good or bad, lay down your deluge of words in honor of one of nature’s necessities! And as the title says, let poetry rain (er, reign) supreme!” […]
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https://swimspoems.wordpress.com/2015/09/15/into-every-life-a-little-rain-must-fall/
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I love this piece, especially for its gentle rhyming, notably “… tears and smiles / are both worthwhile.”
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RAIN FALLS
The air is electric, charged with ions
of nature’s making. In the distance, rumbles
tumble between the houses and between
the trees. Clouds darkens, harking to all
to run for cover. It is foolish to discover
it is raining after you’ve already gotten wet.
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The interior rhyming here reminds me of lightning flashes. Wonderful.
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Thank you for the rain to inspire!!
https://wordrustling.wordpress.com/2015/09/16/just-for-fun/
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I love the perspective, and the feeling of joy you created with it. Fascinating.
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Thank you, William. 🙂
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Without going into details
It’s still raining
Inside where the water has not
Yet risen
I watch the line of grass wet soaked
And the level marker become hidden
So far this location once far enough
Away to be safe to plan a route away
From high tide water influx.
Today I can only watch dreams
Erode.
At the side of the road at this the outset,
The trees slip out of view
Sliding into grey churn.
And in the distance we can
Only barely detect a gap in clouds
For now I can only watch dreams
Erode.
Eyes closed
This time this place this down
Pouring of rain and more
Leaves me without suggestions.
I cannot search for any reason
For not turning back
For now I can only watch dreams
Erode.
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Hmmmm…. this is a haunting piece, well penned with a faintly familiar wisp to it.
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Terrifying the power of destruction that water out of balance can have. Well written.
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That would be devastating to watch happen.
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Summer Showers
Summer showers mist,
silver threads fall.
Hear the soothing kiss
bestowed on ivy-covered walls.
Droplets dance and dally
on petals, blooms, and leaves.
Hush falls in the valley
Diamonds shine on spider’s weave.
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PurplePen…
A lovely verse, very visual too. Thanks for stopping by my ‘reign…’
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