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Fee Berry  May 2012
Raining
Fee Berry May 2012
It's raining tonight
Smearing the light down the window
as though the paint hasn't dried on the night

It's raining...
Is it raining where you are?
I can feel the rain wet upon my face...

Many miles apart
You are in your eyrie alone and asleep,
I am imagining you there, me there, us together, tonight

It's raining...
Is it raining where you are?
I am hearing the rain, in my heart

The moon, the same moon
Stares down at me, and watches over you
I take comfort from the silver moonlight falling on us both

It's raining...
Is it raining where you are?
I'm seeing the rain illuminated by the moon, sparkling underfoot

Lonely, I'm lonely
Sitting here, awake, alone... longing.
I am imagining me there, you here, us together always

It's raining...
Is it raining where you are?
I love the smell of rain in the grass at night

Can I take the step toward you,
Out into the night?
Can I take the step to another life
That may mend or break my heart?
Can I take you from your life, make you step lightly into mine?
Can I live without you still?

It's raining...
Is it raining where you are?
I can taste the rain, salt upon my tongue....
storm siren Oct 2017
"It's raining."

My tears shed for you to stay
Only bounced off you, raining down on me in ricochet.
Now you hate me for not chasing you,
But what was I supposed to do?
I was too busy trying to wade through
All the blood
You let flood
My lungs,
And no matter how many times
My punctured heart begged for a bandage,
You just managed
To blame it on my damage,
And I believed you,
And that's what gave me the will to leave you.

"It's raining."

You always have a way of coming back,
My apologies as I let you back in becoming our soundtrack.

"It's raining."

What would you say?
What would you see?
If I told you "Don't stay,"
If I lied through my teeth:
"You meant nothing to me."

"It's raining."

Sometimes I worry about you,
Living this life without you,
And even though I don't believe the same,
I clasp my hands together, and speak His name.
I desperately call out to your God,
"Even if it's from abroad,
Keep her safe."
And the words rub into my bones,
Your words grate
My bones.
I'm not coming home,
So don't wait up,
Tricking me back with some apology you just made up.

"It's raining."

I sit up at night, hiding behind a paperback,
Greeting the night sky as an insomniac.
I never meant to hurt you,
But I'm never coming back.

"It's raining."

You hurt me,
But then he heard me.
And urged me
To love my injuries
Back to sanity,
And he turned me
Back to the me
You took without mercy,
Despite my desperate pleas.
But he held my hand and squeezed,
Told me I'm not a disease,
That it's safe now, I can come back to me.

"It's raining"

Instead, I came back to him,
Whoever I was when I was yours becoming a mere psuedonym.

"It's raining."

He brings me home from the other side,
Holding my hand through the longs nights,
While I learn to become our light.
He reminds me to stay alive,

It's raining.
Annie McLaughlin Mar 2016
Rain
It's raining and it's that time of year again
Kissing in the rain
Crying in the rain
Dancing in the rain
Driving in the rain
Picture in the rain
It's raining and I'm glad of that
It's raining outside
And for once,
It's not raining in.
It's raining outside
And we can now sit peacefully
And gaze out the window
As drops splash against it
Its raining outside
And we can both appreciate the beauty
Knowing that
It's not raining inside anymore.
Its raining outside
And you are happy
And so am I.
Its raining outside
But that's alright.
Syddy Raye  Mar 2014
It's Raining
Syddy Raye Mar 2014
It's raining out side.
It's raining and I'm stuck in here.
It's raining and I'm looking out the window.
It's raining and all I want is to see you.

It's raining out side.
It's raining and I'm alone.
It's raining and I'm watching the sky cry its saddened tears.
It's raining and all I want is to hear your voice.
see your face
feel your touch
baby all I want is you
SelinaSharday Dec 2022
It's Pouring Ova here, Its falling..
Just look at the rain you've allowed..
It's raining , it fills my room...
This rain inspires though its pouring lightly..
It increases gently..
You said you can feel it too.
The rain is growing flowers, in my room..
The grass grows with energy..
Pouring within me respectively..
Raining... I can still hear you saying.. its raining for you too.
Overwhelmingly....
abundantly.. fun while... dancing meaningfully.
Rain.. Raining excites destiny.. Pouring fully..
Spilling from my room...
Sunlight above the cloud as its pouring.. Blissfully..
So luxuriously. keep raining..Over me..

keep pouring..
keep falling sweetly..
Raining.. Inside.. Raining outside.. Love reigns...Beautifully..

Such Rains...
a Good thang..

SelinaSharday_H.E.R#POETRY 2022......S.A.M
When Love is falling its like refreshing rains thats a good kinda thang...
Marian Jan 2013
Part 1

She's just like me
she sprinkles Grace
she's my sis and friend
she's my reflection and shadow
she's my sweetie
her name is Madison Grace
she sprinkles in the most purest ways
she sprinkles peace for everything about her is peaceful
she sprinkles sunshine for those who are in darkness
she sprinkles joy for those that live in sorrow
she sprinkles life for those that think about death
she sprinkles happiness because that is what she is
she showers hope for those that never knew it
I love her a lot
we're the best sisters ever
she is my fairy of the enchanted forests which are beautiful as she is
she helps people that need help
I love her
everybody does
two girls playing in the sunshine all day
wading in the cool stream
splashing water on each other
laughing ringing through the mountains
up the hillside
through the valley full of flowers which we pick and inhale their sweet perfume
through the dale
giggles and smiles so bright
shining sunshine and sunrays in people's life
we're those sisters
we love each other and always will
love forever
love eternal
love forever burning bright
love undying
raining sun
raining peace
raining joy
raining love
raining life
raining hope
raining sweetness
raining blessings
raining pure friendship
sun so bright
shining through life


*
~Marian~
For dear Madison Grace!
Phoebe  Mar 2014
downpour
Phoebe Mar 2014
It's been raining since you left
It has never stopped at all
And I've never stopped thinking about
The day it started to fall

It's been raining since you left, dear
I miss when the sun used to shine
Every day was bright then and
On my lips there was a smile

It's been raining since you left me
Some days it drizzles, some it pours
But each day it's all the same
I miss you more and more

It's been raining since you left and
I miss your arms around my heart
Now it's cold and unforgiving
And I'm shivering in the dark

It's been raining since you left, love
Oh your warmth proved way too much
You bent, scarred and burnt me
Yet I'm ice cold to the touch

It's been raining since you left though
I try and try to see the sun
Not even a single ray of light
Have I ever come upon

It's been raining since you left oh
Will I ever find my way?
The rain falling, falling to the ground
Is all I see these days

It's been raining since you left but
The fire in my heart remains
Blazing, raging, flaming
Against the downpour of the rain
Olivia  Jan 2019
The Rain
Olivia Jan 2019
It’s raining.
It’s always raining.
And the world cannot help but drip like watercolors from a painting that has been around for a long, long while.

It’s raining.
I asked for it to rain.
I did a rain dance but I didn’t want it to rain this hard, isn’t this just a little too hard because, well, I didn’t ask for this much?

It’s raining.
I never wanted it to rain.
Why is it always raining now when I had already felt the cold chill of a drizzle on my face and now there’s so much more?

It’s raining.
It’s not so bad.
Sometimes I forget about the rain when I go inside and it’s bright and I know I can be free because rain doesn’t stop life from going on.

It’s raining.
Now it’s a thunderstorm.
It sits like a brick in my stomach and infects me like an illness that I cannot shake and yes I asked for the rain but this is too much, so much, and now it is flooding and I cannot keep my head above water and perhaps I’m not resilient enough and perhaps I deserve it and perhaps if I could use my umbrella I would be able to ignore it better.

But I’ve lost my umbrella.

And it’s still raining.
Joshua Haines  Apr 2015
gg
Joshua Haines Apr 2015
gg
It's raining.
And people are dying.
Somewhere. Everywhere.
Nowhere. On television.
And I don't care.
And their life is static
stuck in the waistband
of some dude's underwear.
And he scratches his *****.
He's shocked and ****.
He calls himself a "God".
He sent his son to die
as a guilt trip
and to spike book sales.
But he's scratching his *****.
And his wrist brushes
against his waistband.
He's pinched by the shock
of electic death.

It's raining.
I'm sitting on the edge
of my bed.
Closing my eyes
and pretending
my feet are hanging off
a shopping cart.
My parents are pushing me
and I'm facing my mother.
She looks young enough
to avoid
   every thing.

I don't care. I don't care.
There are snares
  hitting the cymbals.
And there's
a jazz musician. He's
nodding his
   head
back and
   forth.
   Back
and forth.

I don't care. I don't care.

It's raining.
And we zoom in on God.
And, clearly, I have a vendetta.
Have I been subtle?
He answers, "No."
Did I meet a jazz musician?
He shrugs, "Yeah, I guess."
And the room slows down
to a jumbled vibration.
And he smiles. Smiling.
Smiley-smile smiles.
There is no ******
like the second hand.

It's raining.
I don't care. I don't ******* care.
My dad yelling.
You have daddy issues!!
You ******* *****!!
And the room slows down
to a jumbled vibration.
What's true is a tumor
and it grows and grows.

It's raining.
Music is the shout
in a raindrop.
The wrists we forfeit
is the church of
an eternal solitude.
And we is I
and the mixture of
animal-speak
that swallows my
   brain.

It's raining.
There are joggers
in the park.
Their feet are smashing
the cement.
Slow down.
They don't care.

Then seven billion
joggers enter the park
and smash the cement.
My family is unearthed:
the swallowed inertia
of an undying thought.

It's raining.
gray rain  Apr 2016
Raining Again
gray rain Apr 2016
It's raining again
A lone soul with no friends
It's raining again
Living a life with no ends
It's raining again
The sun never descends
It's raining again
It's raining again

— The End —