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H Phone Feb 2018
I used to hate rain.
I hate how cold it feels.
I hate how it makes you run for cover,
behind whatever you can find.
I hate how it trickles and burrows where it shouldn’t go,
because even the strongest of mountains
raindrops erode.

But rain has its upsides.
Rain washes away the bad.
Rain is like an artform,
expressing itself against the canvas of the earth.
Rain brings people together,
as they shelter inside cozy houses
and the sound of downpour is drowned by friendly chatter.

I used to hate rain
and I think i still do,
but I miss it too.

And today, as I had my head cast upward
awaiting the saltwater release,
I opened my eyes to a sight of relief.
After years of clear skies
and drought,
I finally saw it again:
a cloud.
Sometimes, inspiration comes from an unexpected corner. Who knew that a video game could well up such feelings within me?
AP Vrdoljak Jan 2018
A broken wishbone
For a broken wish.
A folded crisp
Found in a dish.

The first raindrop,
A twinkling star,
A sunken penny,
In a land afar.

A single eyelash
To blow away.
A dandelion,
Let come what may.
Bryce Jan 2018
The rain came to California again this week
Suds left rolling in the gutters by travelling machines
Sky the pastel endless grey
A floating roof over my rainy gaze

We retreat a beaten foe to the warmth of fiberglass-houses
Turn on the electric fireplace in cozy winter safety
Collect our harvested thoughts to run streaming down
Windows that cheat the meaning of the rain

Speed limit increases naturally
Fear is present in heavenly droplets
Treads light on wet asphalt
Heightened risk of hydroplane

Had I not known better
It must have been holy water
Awash a world of life-greed beneath

I stepped outside and let it soak
Rushing truck splashed a deluge unto my coat

I play it cool.
Poetic T Sep 2017
A voice is like a raindrop,
       lost in the downpour.

                It is easily washed away.
Star BG Aug 2017
In every drop of rain,
there is a hidden rainbow,
ready to unleash the big one.
The one that covers sky
to bring an aaah to lips.
The bow that opens eyes
as feet do dance.

In every ray of golden sun,
there is a spark,
ready to anoint one who walks.
The sun that burns in sky
to make one show a smile.
The obe thats grand and sacred
even when it rains.
inspired by Alas2
Viany Aug 2017
God has been crying a lot lately...
I feel his sorrow pour down on me
r m Jul 2017
the speed of a falling raindrop
is 32 feet per second
it's something constant
i have read about
at the science section
of a worn down daily.

given different conditions
and cloud forms from nimbus
to cumulonimbus
or if there even exist heavier,
darker, sulkier clouds,
then it will remain the same.

raindrops will drop at that speed
like the way cherry blossoms
fall at 5 centimeters per second
as identified by Shinkai
accompanied by that sad story,
sad love song and sad vibrant colors.

i have always expressed
adoration at constants
starting at elementary algebra
when miss hernandez introduced
the concept of non changing
ever the same values
unaffected things
like pi or the gravitional pull
or even the speed of light itself.

i always get to thinking
if constant hearts ever exist
or if it does, for how long?
ever changing had been
a major human quality
so is inconsistence
a constant in the human heart?

the anatomy of a constant heart
is a favorite mind palace of mine
i wander at the highest floor
taking my time to build up what would be
the ideal constancy and perfection to me
a woman of digits, numbers and measures

a paradox of consistent inconsistencies
wrapped around every pumping chamber
smooth muscles embracing the equation
like dialogues of yes's and no's
between tissues and muscles and blood
a focus group discussion of conflicting parallels
my poems are also at wattpad, in the poetry collection titled wild heart.
https://www.wattpad.com/story/114674948-wild-heart
an online digital collection will be available at issuu on october 2017
Richard Grahn Jun 2017
A drip in the clouds;
One drop
               flowing down…

                        …across the wind
and to the ground.

A pitter a patter,
     it doesn’t much matter.
Rain dances with rain,
     while this teardrop evolves
and quickly dissolves…into ripples.
Today I feel like raindrops.
Tomorrow perhaps a moose.
From what I know of rainbows
The next day I'm a goose.
WiltingMoon Mar 2017
A drop of life rolls down my cheek
Towards the earth where the soil waits
A manga of hope left in its wake
Faster, faster, it's almost time
Find some love. Some shelter and hide

Through the wars, through the death
A filed of hatred, hurt and regret
Another drop down my cheek
It's music I can now hear
And yet I run but do not fear

Safety in my distant vision of smoke and dust
Over mounds that come up from the ground
Over mounds that are made not of earth...
Another drop now on my chin
Another drop to wash the sin

Within my grasp I hold a flag
It's colour brighter then the snow
Hanging from a branch I found long ago
Stuck in fear and lost death
I still hold it down when I take my breath

Booms and roars of the skies now sing
In safety of shelter I now remain
As the rain now pours from the heavens above
A drop of life I felt on my cheek
Was the first thing i remember when war ended that week
JAC Jan 2017
What comes down
must first have been up
but we all must start
in the sea.
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