Nora R 2h
No I won’t compare the rain to the tears of sad lovers
And I won’t compare it to the pain of so many others
For the rain is the most comforting sound in my mind
As it lets go of the clouds, leaving the grey sky behind
No I’ve never yelled at the rain, not once, not since birth
As it beautifully drips, drops, and drizzles while it pounds on the earth

-Nora R
Ollie 19h
If I had a time machine
I’d probably go back and tell myself not to worry about the pitter patter of the rain on the roof of our apartment building
‘Cause rain is gonna help her sleep when she’s just a few months older
And the dreams she has now are a lot better than the ones she’ll have later on
There’s only so much you can tell a little kid
And maybe I should tell her that she’s not going to find her best friends until she’s 11
And they don’t go to this school they live in Florida and Southwest Missouri so don’t bother looking quite yet
You will do okay without them
I’d tell her Missouri doesn’t mean Misery so don’t bother running away when you’re twelve
You’ll regret it but the woman who finds you at the gas station will ask you 10 times if you want a hot chocolate
You’ll have to give in so just go with it
And maybe if she was older I’d tell her to stop expecting her daddy to show up at her birthday but she’s not gonna know what that means til she’s bolder so I’ll let the kid sleep until she’s a little older
Maybe I’d tell her “mental” and “illness” are two words she doesn’t know separately, but put together she’ll know them like her heartbeats
And how mental illness is the kind of person in your head you talk to
And it follows you when you walk around having conversations
It’s the kind of thing you pick up around your friends
Cause they teach you what the words mean and how leeches suck the blood out of you
Not that you’re covered in leeches just patches and rashes all over your brain that suck the life out of you
But maybe she wouldn’t listen
Kids are headstrong and I know that better than anyone
I’m the kind of person she’d be told to avoid on the street, now
Not that I’m bad just the clothes I wear scare some half to death I like the color black
Like coal
But I’d tell her she has a heart of gold
And she always will
I’d tell her, “He wants to dye his hair green. Don’t judge him for it.”
Or maybe, “The first time you ever yell in class will be to a kid wearing glasses. That’s your first clue.”
I’d tell her, don’t follow the smoke back home because if you give it time the fire will seek you out and it will say, “you smell like cinnamon.”
And that you can’t save everyone from the fire, they’re already pulling back and forth on their wires and making it electric
The most you can do sometimes is unplug the system before it gets bad
She’s gonna lose some people but maybe little kids aren’t meant to hear that so I will reach and leer through the window, blocking the rain for her
I’ll tell her to eat her pizza crusts, because in a few years she’ll have trouble eating anything
And that the stuffed bear your uncle gave you is going to be your advisor when your eyes hurt and you can’t keep them closed at night
Get used to holding him tight
I’d walk back into my time machine
You can only talk to yourself so long each night
Maybe I don’t have a time machine but if I did I’d probably lock it up
Because nobody gave me a warning for everything
It’s supposed to hit you in the chest
Up where you breathe because sometimes getting the wind knocked out of you is exhaling all of your air so you do not choke on your own amazement
Lord I’ve realized feelings don’t come from your heart
They say that in slam poetry, you’re supposed to pour your “heart” out onto the stage
But to the girl many years ago, it’s not pouring out there
It’s pitter-pattering
I think I’ll tell her to appreciate it, because I should know out of all people
This kid has a big storm coming
a slam poem i wrote for a tournament next saturday. if anyone’s ever competed in that, feedback would be incredible.
Umi 1d
The sky above me, closed in as the dark, ominous yet fascinating rainclouds have driven near, gathering together in a council.
As it begins to drizzle, soft, warm and little raindrops, fall in
line, gently, carelessly hitting the earth, moistening it in their line.
Once in a while, as the rain gains its strengh, hitting the ground below with more speed and roughlessness in their action,
Rays of the purest light, sent by the sun as it shines above the darkening sky, a sensation for ones optic nerv, a sensation for the eye,
make it through and let this scene shine further more.
Graceful drops, carrried and distorted by the majestic wind,
Create a lovely melody on my window, as they one by one fly into it.
Now as the soil is fertilised, life will surely grow from the sunlight.
Alike the raindrops are carried by the wind, my mind engages with this scene, lets me fall in love with this beautiful earth.
A little rain shall not be the cause of sadness, as it truly is a reminder of the moments of love wich it makes easier to determine.
So I keep my gaze out of the window and enjoy the weather
Until then, the sky clears up and the sun shines again.

~ Umi
Dark clouds broke sending
hard slanting rain to slice up
the thick atmosphere.
The sky is dim and it's midday
A cloud threatens, rain
I'll hear others say:
"It's such a depressing day"
Wind gently floats through trees
Myself I've always loved a sky dark and grey  
There's a beauty in the quiet, in the stillness, in the storm
Strangers, friends, and family may naysay the day
But my soul is never quieter than on these type of days
We walk down shoots of pain.
Tethered feet slick
with chlorophyll stain.
To dirt beneath the bloom
nitrate infested roots
one bleeding and broken vein.

I wish
—I was—

  the rain
Random thought at 1 am
Perhaps God
is the scent of
the Earth
fertile and drunk
with the sustenance
of rain or maybe
God is gravity
pulling us toward
the orbit of its grace
or God
Could be seeing
your love for the very
first time
the familiar longing
between old friends
God is the taste
of pure ambrosia
when it drips from
your plump lips...
Dear thunder,
Please pass me by,
Because I’m too scared to be just fine.

Yesterday was a beautiful blue day,
And as always,
The sky decides to paint it grey.
A dreary day,
Of destitute gloom,
Draining Rain falling upon the lands,
Removing reason from people,
Yet the rain,
Calms me so.
R K 4d
I've learnt to know dread like I've learnt to break bread,
For fear, it's unsaid, cause kids go unfed,
cops are mislead about the bloodshed, lay dead, not a sound skinhead.

I've learnt to be on my own, like I've learnt to hate your throne,
I'd think I was made of stone for not the broken bones. No numbers in my phone, I walk into the unknown, no fear for I am alone.

I've learnt to know pain like I've learnt to love rain,
Cause it hurts to wash stains of the blood from split veins, but the burn from thin canes won't keep me in chains. Still sane,
this is the end of your reign.
Keep your chin up.
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