#raining
will the rain ever stop?
Will the clouds ever run?
Will the water run clear this soon?
Questions
that will spiral down this whirlpool
that begins to build
as the rain pours
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 2:49 PM UTC
It's gloomy, dark,
Clouds all marked,
With windy hustle,
And thundery bustle.
The sky turned pale,
Fragranced with ester-y smell,
And in the watery dale,
Paper boats set sail.
The weather is wet,
But not a slightest hate,
Wrapped in a blanket so warm,
Safe from the storm's harm.
The lightning sparks,
Unlade sky of larks,
While rustling leaves,
Whisper an important eve.
All signs of an advent plain,
Welcome the drizzling rain,
Nature is so happy about,
After all, it's raining out.
Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 1:52 AM UTC
Hush, it's raining.
Heaven's cleaning the earth
with its gentle brush,
anew.
Apr 20, 2025
Apr 20, 2025 at 4:05 AM UTC
Silent days, delicate rains,
clip clopping like marching horse,
on thin, steel roofs, and nylon umbrellas.
Drenched, sweating foreheads in summer climates,
consistent, cool winds like drooling ice,
drying sopping skin, a rough cloth to an oily pan.
Starved road trip bellies, after intermittent rests and games of eye-spy,
salivating at laminated menus, and passerby plates,
pre-meal hot fries, fulling deep guts with salty chips and fizzing raspberry.
Waking hours before blaring alarms,
knocking parents, a whistling kettle, and the popping toaster;
an hour to lay restless head into the deep world of snug pillows and warm blankets;
as if your whole universe is one big cushion.
Finishing a chapter and curling rough page with soft finger,
placing floral bookmark into the straight crease,
placing it back into its spot on the shelf or bedside table.
Dawn coffee.
Friday afternoon.
Saturday morning.
Kind encounters.
Meeting deadlines.
A finished poem.
Nov 13, 2024
Nov 13, 2024 at 8:20 PM UTC
it’s been raining for centuries
into the bottle i have put out on the porch
watching the water drizzle into its plastic casing
having knocked it over every single time i try to pick it up
i let it sit by its lonesome,
but by the time i got up that morning,
the bottle was knocked over and the water was trickling out
i buried my face in my palms
as nothing i love is permanent
not even these tears of mine
Dec 10, 2022
Dec 10, 2022 at 3:07 PM UTC
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
Dec 7, 2022
Dec 7, 2022 at 8:32 AM UTC
_the chitter chatter,_
_of the day,_
_are conversations of-_
_sun and rain,_
_that greeted the ground of,_
_this splendid rainy day._
Dec 16, 2021
Dec 16, 2021 at 11:25 AM UTC
summer rain comes again
with the pained cry of someone
who isn't quite me.
summer rain comes again
where white meets gray
and lies are true.
static love
isn't love at all.
and i'm not sure
if i could trust you
if i were to fall.
with a single touch
the flowers beneath my skin
unearth and uproot.
with a single cut
i can easily erase
each and every mistake
that i've ever made.
Aug 24, 2021
Aug 24, 2021 at 7:14 PM UTC
I want to tell you that I miss the room with your hanging photograph on the wall of the room, decorated with twinkling lights between them.
I want to tell you that I miss the conversation we used to have, through a night without rain and you lay there, beside me.
I want to tell you I miss the light of the room emerging from the doorway, then you go inside without knocking it first.
The window hanging on the left side, a bench facing out, and the sight of people passing by are your favorite place when you visit me, right here, and you always sit there.
These walls are cold, and so is my body.
Likewise our first room.
You said what you liked.
A poem, but I didn't get to write it first. You said that you loved poetry.
But now, I love it more than you were yesterday.
Absence is now widely scattered on the floor,
and poems,
and cigarette butts,
and dust,
and tissue,
and tears,
and everything that ever lived in our heads.
And this room misses you.
They bring sadness through a night that is now often raining.
I wish you were here now, beside me. But it is a sentence that has no place in this poem.
Even though I'm currently writing it.
I want to tell you which I should be able to say.
This room lost its warmth.
I wish I could hug you again.
But time first killed me.
And I lost everything.
Jun 17, 2021
Jun 17, 2021 at 2:06 PM UTC
Days go by
Rainy days
Depressing days
Grey skies
I live in a hotel and I'm bored
I'm very lonely
I am a lonely girl
I paint, I make music
I try to keep myself busy so I don't end up in depression
Life is hard
Loneliness can be soothing as it can be bitter
I feel like my life is defined by waiting for time to pass
We feel alone but we are not
God is there to strengthen us
That's why we need to pray
Pray because Jesus hears us and is there
He protects us from evil
There is no such thing as evil
It's just demons that want to destroy us
But we must fight them thanks to God
God is in my heart and it's thanks to him that I'm alive today
Pray my child and all your demons will disappear
May 17, 2021
May 17, 2021 at 5:14 PM UTC
Single story
Raining Pouring
Window broken
Hearts are storming
Lifeless floating
Stopping nothing
Everything going
Raining pouring
Raining pouring
Gone.
May 17, 2021
May 17, 2021 at 5:50 AM UTC
are fingers really tied
together
with red string?
and would you really listen
if i
tried to speak?
coughing up promises
i can never keep.
focusing on blue irises
that always weep.
not for me
and not for you
but for the scars
between us
Mar 23, 2021
Mar 23, 2021 at 6:12 PM UTC
It's raining again
It's always like this
Every time rain starts
My mood starts to plummet
As the rain drops on the ground
It echoes loudly
On my hollow heart
Jun 10, 2020
Jun 10, 2020 at 1:52 PM UTC
I got wet.
Then I got more wet.
Then I lost my keys.
And my shoes were filled with rain,
chattering teeth, soaked to my thighs
through to my skin
shrivelled up feet, trench foot set in
but then I think about real trench foot
and silently apologise to the poor sods
who died with wet feet
I cried when I peeled off my clothes
I felt sorry for myself
But the little un had made me a hot drink
So I thought myself lucky
I am not native to wet and cold
The sun is needed for us growin' old
May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 8:10 AM UTC
No-one knows how fragile you are until you dance in the rain.
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 3:17 PM UTC
We caress the heavens together
-Calm-
In a trance
Lost in a sea of souls
I find you hard to miss
-familiar-
I can’t escape your pull
I flow
-not with the wind-
But with you
Bending air as I go
My whole eternity is you
A blue vastness
-too great to ignore-
From my perspective
I live for you
As there is nothing else
Quite as magnetic
-although, I’m trapped for sure-
My naivete may live on
Yet even I ponder
The slight trembling in my heart
Subconscious, or am I over?
There, a world spilling with ants
So small-
Yet visible with their feats of humanity
-I can see it so clearly now-
Where once there were only specs-
Now there lay a myriad of wonders
Right before me
-the haze clearing-
My confidence
often a victim of gravity-
So steady hands always pulled me up
Right on cloud nine
I no longer feel the softness of those palms-
Once my ever-aiding life
-safety-
I have fallen out of your grasp
The wetness of tears
Staining my existence-
Yet clearing it all the same
I fall as the icy raindrops guide my demise
All hard and true-
I must accept my punishment
For I have lived on far too long
And know much too little
Seeping into reality-
I can feel every texture on my skin
Every imperfection on the ground
-forever taunting me-
Leaving the once continuous cycle-
Venturing into the unknown
Where-for once-
A seed may grow larger than a planter could ever provide
A wild flower-
Thriving in a sea of individuality
Forever smiling at the sky
Despite the abandonment
Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 1:48 PM UTC
4 o' clock
My ride is late
No one to talk
So I stare through the gate.
Cirrus, nimbus, cumulus
Clouds soaring over me
Gliding, diving, flipping over us
Careless, seemingly
My head gets light,
My eyes are sleepy,
And in the sunlight
I doze off, dreaming.
And there, up in the sky
The warm sunlight hugs my skin
And there, I hear the cry
Of a stratus kin
Gliding down to meet her,
I'm greeted by a lonely,
Storming Cloud Girl
By herself; alone and hurting
She's got a hole in her chest
The sun pierces through the water vapor
She's raining, but trying her best
To stay afloat in this atmosphere
I wish I knew how to help her pain,
But I try to help her anyway
Because the hole inside my brain
Tells me that she will find a way
So I hug her gaseous torso tight,
And breathe a breath of condensation
Into her cavity, hoping it might
Help fill it up by evaporation
And suddenly, I'm falling
And I land back on the ground
I open up my weary eyes
To the sun, the sky, the sound
And while I might never see
The Cloud Girl outside of my dreams
I know that she'll make it, break free
From the world's depressing gravity
Soaring higher 'to the sky
Adding "Alto" to her "stratus"
Who knows how high she'll fly?
And then from there right up to Cirrus
Our punctured souls might be in kind
Or maybe to the sky I'm just projecting,
But I wish you peace of mind
'Cause I know you're worth ascending.
Feb 4, 2020
Feb 4, 2020 at 2:32 PM UTC
I find myself in a storm
I knew where I was going
Yet I am surprised
That God is crying out
Water from his eyes
Me by myself
My worries and my fears
I knew where I was going
How did I still end up here?
Then I see the lights
The only offering of guidance
They keep me from going astray
Without them surely
The ditch is where I would lay
I've seen these lights before
In following my older brother
In the kind words of a friend
The proud teardrops of my mother
They were there all along
Showing me the way
Were it not for them
The ditch is where I would lay
Jan 15, 2020
Jan 15, 2020 at 12:07 PM UTC
After a long time
they decided to meet,
after the sunset
as usual.
No display of affection
but with gentle etiquette
as usual.
But today the sky had gathered grey clouds,
and was raining outside.
They waved hands to each other and
secured their places to sit.
Adjusted themselves to the depth of comfort.
The conversation began
with the warmth of desperation.
They talked,
some romance.
They talked,
some friends.
At that moment the ambiance around got as blurred as lost.
And the time was flying.
Between,
that in-depth conversation,
They noticed,
they didn't look into eyes,
although nobody was hiding anything.
But still why?
The redolence of coffee and tea
represents them quietly.
They are different but together.
It was raining when they met
and decided to leave when it stops.
"The rain is stopped, and it’s time to..." you said.
"But the wind is still strong," I interrupted.
Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 1:45 PM UTC
It is raining and it is Christmas in L.A
the home of paramount pictures and the home of skid row
Each drop multiples heavy
like the narratives given
to justify why
some deserve to be out on the streets
on day like this when the water pours and seeps into their tents bridges cannot hide or cover our collective apathy (shame) as we cross
into the next decade “i am not to blame
if he/ she / they don’t have a home
what a shame.”
Dec 26, 2019
Dec 26, 2019 at 12:28 AM UTC
I knew a worm who lost his way, boring and digging the earthen clay
He knew all along he could go where he chose, but lost his direction is what we suppose
Today, of course, was raining quite hard, he had to surface and let down his guard
He made the mistake of crawling too far and the end result is a bit bizarre
He ended up on the end of a hook, wet as hell as bait in the brook
It wasn't long before a fish can along and checked out the worm and sang him this song
Where oh where did you come from little worm
Are you lost and forgotten, and please, please don't squirm
You look very delightful I have to admit
I bet you are tasty, I think that's legit
If I eat you I fear, I may be unhappy
I have no control so let's make it snappy
You know the rest of the story....
Brian Hill - 2019 # 259
Oct 19, 2019
Oct 19, 2019 at 10:03 AM UTC
No weatherman warned me
About the downfall of you
About the pouring out of emotive soul
Which encompassed the morning
In a matter of seconds, falling
Like a haze of pensive dew
And now I cannot unseen the sight
Or the falling skies of you
Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 10:15 AM UTC
the sky is crying so hard
these tears feel like bullets
and sound just the same .
i have to ask
who is she trying to **** ?
if its humanity
i admit,
i do not blame her .
Aug 16, 2019
Aug 16, 2019 at 12:54 PM UTC