#raindrop
It's raining outside right now. It's raining.
It's beating down the dust on silent pavements.
I waited you to come the day before.
Today I've realized it was bedevilment.
I've realized it when I saw your smile
In raindrops, flowing down the window,
Your pretty eye wrinkles, so tremulous and soft,
And you in whole, so false and so ridiculous.
Waiting for you, alas, is not my lot.
No yesterday or next day, and no later.
I hate the rain today! I really hate the rain!
There's so much pain in it. I stop to be a waiter.
May 1, 2025
May 1, 2025 at 4:27 PM UTC
True, the sugar tops
sweeten everyone's mouth.
Hold onto the salt though
let's not lose out.
Pinches of sea salt
dancing smash hit
deep down the sea floor
ace extracting ice cores,
boom, the clouds form high,
show the upside is sky!
Jubilant cumulus pop
only crystal clear vibes
let the wind see through
that sings the rhymes.
Oops, it's not always a blue sky
wispy white clouds turn dark.
The storm soars the larks fly low
busy men down the trees
seek refugee for a mo.
Sticking my head under a roof
pondering me find a room.
Is this 'smash hit high sail
of the clouds rising from deep core,
all is gone in a blink of a storm'.
Not far in the sky
nor deep down the sea.
I see a raindrop on a shining
flower before me.
Something more to tell
very closely!
Jun 6, 2022
Jun 6, 2022 at 7:34 PM UTC
I loved your laugh
As much as I loved
The sound of the rain.
Now that you're gone,
All my love goes
With every raindrop
Falling on the ground.
But still...
Each and every fall of it
Echoes your laughter.
May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 5:25 AM UTC
A
raindrop
plunged towards
the hot pavement
and sizzled as it
splattered
A
raindrop
shimmied its way
down the smooth
side of a glass
window
A
raindrop
melted in the
kiss of two
lips
A
raindrop
saddled the fuzzy
back of one merry
little bumble
bee
A
raindrop
made a quivering
ripple as it plopped
into a muddy
puddle
A
teardrop
sneaked out and
made its escape
in the ensuing
melee
Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 12:13 PM UTC
Seeing myself
Through my lover’s eyes: forgiveness.
Through my own eyes: hatred.
Everyone else: only a mask?
Tortured self depiction.
False mirrors.
Where lies the truth?
Raindrops. Hair. Molecules.
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 2:40 PM UTC
It’s silent when I’m alone.
But why is it still so loud?
That voice doesn’t scream,
when I’m with a crowd.
Why does it keep,
and keep on screaming?
Why doesn’t it ever stop?
Why is it,
that when I’m alone,
I can hear every single **** raindrop
drip
drop
it doesn’t ever stop
drip
drop.
Mar 11, 2020
Mar 11, 2020 at 1:37 PM UTC
I was drowning
and you were the raindrops
but somehow
you were also the air
that I needed to breath
how it is
I’ll never understand
Feb 17, 2020
Feb 17, 2020 at 4:37 AM UTC
A single raindrop falls from the sky,
depressed in its loneliness as it descends.
It lands and drips down a grassy slope,
alone and forgotten.
A single raindrop falls from the sky.
It falls from dark clouds and gloomy air.
It brings nothing but sadness to the earth below
and desires only to be heard or seen.
A single raindrop falls from the sky,
felt only by a stranger.
It's wiped away, declared a nuisance,
and cast away from existence.
A single raindrop falls from the sky,
mistaken for a tear.
Thought to be from an angel of a lost age.
It merely stirs the dust.
A hundred raindrops fall from the sky,
all lonely but together.
They cause a splash and demand attention.
Still only felt by one.
A hundred raindrops fall from the sky,
unable to quench the earth's thirst.
They disappear, taken by the ground,
embraced for the last time.
A hundred raindrops fall from the sky.
Not a head turns to notice them.
They cry out loudly but cannot be heard,
vanishing as they land.
A thousand raindrops fall from the sky.
The clouds gather to watch the spectacle.
They grow darker as they bunch together,
warning those below of the coming.
A thousand raindrops fall from the sky
and tap people on the shoulder.
"Come watch us," they whisper before leaving.
Few people are left behind.
A thousand raindrops fall from the sky,
looking for an audience.
The people have left and taken their friends
to hide in the buildings they made.
A million raindrops fall from the sky,
and joyously, they sing.
They hit the ground, the cars, the roofs,
and make music for those in hiding.
A million raindrops fall from the sky.
They dance and cheer and smile.
The sun decides it wants to watch.
The light dances with raindrops for awhile.
A million raindrops fall from the sky,
accompanied by rays of gold.
They bring new color to the city of gray
and rejuvenate all of the old.
A gentle rain falls from the sky
and makes art upon the ground.
It quenches the earth's thirst and hums in our ears,
dancing to its own sound.
A gentle rain falls from the sky.
People watch with awe from behind glass.
Ignored by many, precious to captivated few.
They long for it to last.
A gentle rain falls from the sky
and gracefully sways in the breeze.
It brings forth calmness and a sense of peace.
It blesses the green fields and trees.
A gentle rain falls from the sky,
watched by a child with wonder.
It sends the breeze to lift the child
and brings them out from under.
A gentle rain falls from the sky
and splashes on window panes.
It plays with the child and hums sweet tunes
as it makes puddles in the traffic lanes.
A gentle rain falls from the sky
and ripples in the water.
A new world created, impossibly calm.
It makes the child an offer.
A gentle rain falls from the sky
and whispers in the child's ear.
"Wait for me. I will return.
I won't leave you alone here."
A gentle rain falls from the sky
and sings goodbye to the child.
The clouds dissipate as the sun takes over.
The departing rain simply smiles.
A million raindrops fall from the sky,
murmuring farewells and goodbyes.
Each gives the child a tender hug
as the color returns to the skies.
A thousand raindrops fall from the sky,
then a hundred, then one.
The single raindrop kisses the child
standing alone in the sun.
No longer do raindrops fall from the sky,
but a child waits for them.
To dance and sing and draw and play,
with the gentle rain again.
Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 4:07 PM UTC
Move to the vibrancy,
Of a ripple from a raindrop.
Feel the current shift infinitely,
As they touch the water top.
Drifting with waves that crash and change.
Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 9:58 AM UTC
There will be tears, he sang
Water disguised blood
flooding at the brim of an eye
Gathering pain and hurt
Inconsistent feelings of nothing-happy
Rivers, streams, lakes,
Waterfalls gushing down
Racing drops dripping down heated cheeks
Then broken with shallow coldness
Aches reaching in between cracked skin
Dead rose petals
Falling away from thorn burst stems
Crisp at the tips,
Light in weight until gathered heavily
at the palm of a weak hand
Stained with the mark of blood lines at a wrist
Deranged and shaking while hopelessly gazing
at the happiness laid in a deathbed before you
Sinking teardrops moistening jean pockets
Drip, drip
Another drop
Falling off a water bruised face
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 9:09 PM UTC
Think as raindrop falls
Fast
Exclusively towards it's goal and aim
Without hope it falls short
Of becoming snow
Although sometimes as rain it does not remain
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 8:49 PM UTC
Pitter patter, you love the rain
said it always makes you feel in bliss.
Maybe it's the reason why—
When my eyes are full of tears
You seem to be a joyful one.
Pitter patter, you love the rain
Here I am, crying a river
Such sorrow, devouring me whole.
I bless you'll find your euphoria
in this wet weather, making me shiver.
Pitter patter, you love the rain.
Aren't you just fond of the sound of me, sobbing?
I don't really mind, because you love such a cold climate
Rain is forecast just for you.
Pitter patter, you love the rain.
At least, in other words—
It kind of means you love me, too.
My tears, the pitter-patter, the rain you love.
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 9:59 PM UTC
If your feelings can only be expressed
By human nature's raindrops
If you must break the dam
That holds your tears back
If you must open your eyes wider
To see past the blurry vision
As if your tears cleanses your sight
Bad thoughts, bad feelings and memories
Flow out through the windows of your soul
Keep them unlatched until the rain has ended
For storms like this come and go
The salty drops that stain your face
Are reminiscent pieces of your sorrows
They are no longer trapped
They are free to fall
It is okay to cry
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 10:08 PM UTC
How could you ever make me sad
even just a tad
can't you see
this is no tear placed upon me
a raindrop in my eye
is all you could ever mean to me
no matter what the past shows
I know
it was never love
when I looked into those eyes
it was never compassion
when you leaned in close
to show me lies you thought you felt
and it was never happiness to feel
when you held me close on those winter nights
saying the sweet words that made my heart accelerate
we were never a fate to last
because now salt is all I taste
as I say your name
and the thoughts of you come breaking through
do not worry though
for it is not due to you
instead it is the raindrop in my eye
That makes me cry
Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 10:20 PM UTC
Woven patches of grey,
hues slow in momentum.
Tattered gaps letting through
gleams of radiance.
But in motion do the faults
get sewn in silver linings.
And this blanket
mesmerising below.
Then the lonely flower opens
its petals, reaching towards
the patch work of loving greys
yearning for a touch.
A singular drop falls, taking its
time to meet below.
So far has it descended to gently
caress her wilting petals.
Replenished dew drops hang from
now pristine colours.
It waves in the subtle breeze,
swaying in a dance of gratitude.
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 4:47 PM UTC
I am no longer a raindrop in someone's ocean,
I am now an appalling thunderstorm
who unapologetically demands a second glance.
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 1:23 AM UTC
From clouds unknown it drains down below,
with lightning so bright and a thunderous blow.
Rolling through mountains and drizzling through trees,
traveling unmanned terrains with the breeze.
To kiss the earth it flows and falls,
A little drop of life, enduring the love it walls.
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 3:03 AM UTC
I often wondered how it would feel
to be a rain drop.
To fall from the Heavens, onto the Earth.
To wash over everything so they will
come again new.
I often what it would be like as a raindrop
to unite with the hearts of those in pain.
So they know that there cannot be
ill will between us.
Once to often when it rains, I look to the
sky and wonder, "what am I looking for?"
Now, I see...
I must turn my pain to power and
unite with the rain...
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 11:59 AM UTC
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.
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 6:53 PM UTC
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.
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 6:04 AM UTC
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.
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 10:27 PM UTC