#rainstorm
What if I were to conjure a storm
And be met with a fleeting rain?
What if I let a small sob escape
And spilt forth a rogue hurricane?
What if I precipitated a thunder
And heard word of a sweet refrain?
What if Cumuli resolved with Nimbus
To be lighter once again?
Nov 24, 2024
Nov 24, 2024 at 5:54 AM UTC
Count the Raindrops,
falling in a Rainstorm.
Count the Leaves,
that are there on a Tree.
Count the Stars,
Up there in Heaven.
Count the Fishes,
Swimming out at Sea.
Take the Happiness,
of the Universe.
and Add them all,
to a Love that never Ends.
Her Heart,
will taste only Laughter
and Her Eyes,
will hold U until the End.
Aug 30, 2023
Aug 30, 2023 at 9:45 AM UTC
ink-black clouds stalking
dampened rain puddles splatter
flashing light, deep sounds
Apr 23, 2021
Apr 23, 2021 at 3:46 AM UTC
tiny droplets
fall from the tips
of your long lashes
onto your cheeks
filled with
umpteen sadness
and your lips of pink,
made of melancholic jelly
with ruptures of love.
you've always related to rainstorms,
perpetually pouring,
giving your everything, night and day,
your tenderness & your support,
but all you always got
was pain & hatred and anxiety
and myriad complaints.
"why does it rain so much?"
"why won't you stop drizzling? i'm tired'
"go away rain, don't come again"
and it just breaks something inside of you.
your heart's already broken
and now your soul probably is too.
©️Written by Viona Lauren 2021
Mar 7, 2021
Mar 7, 2021 at 4:13 AM UTC
wind screams at the door
thunder crashes down hollow halls
hide under the bed
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 6:01 PM UTC
Pit, pat, pitter-tat
The rain drums on my roof
Thunder, a distant drum
Booms, slams, crashes
A distant cacophony
Accompanied by birdsong
Splish-splash, titter, laugh
Children play in puddles
As innocent as a puppy in my lap
The storm passes
And the sun blazes again
Mar 8, 2020
Mar 8, 2020 at 6:55 PM UTC
The rain came down,
and it keeps coming down,
so nourishing to the parched earth
yet so gloomy and low. It fits the mood.
An event that must happen, for the world to survive
But that, in the moment, only feels like a dreary moodsetter on a blustery day.
It isn’t too dark out. Despite the rain coming down in torrents, it’s still bright.
As I drive along the highway I see that rays of
sunshine are poking out from behind the clouds, and I think that,
somewhere along the distance, from the right vantage, where the brilliant sun rays
hit the storm droplets at just the right angle, there might be a rainbow
somewhere.
Just too far gone down the road for me to see it.
Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 12:35 PM UTC
first makes me
imagine a poem
that talks about
an ink-stained sky
and brooding clouds
and chilling air,
all of which
can be taken as
ominous signs of
impending doom;
but that can be bad
so instead lie still
and listen to the
comforting melody
the rainstorm plays on
my old tin roof
Sep 13, 2019
Sep 13, 2019 at 6:38 PM UTC
Rain clouds flooding the sky,
Mother Nature ready to cry,
A storm of unhappiness unleashed.
All her of her feelings multiply,
Piled all into one,
Months of sorrow catching up..
While everyone is shunning her out,
We're not hearing her wishes,
She's just pouring over our heads..
Sung a song of untold,
Tears rolling down the trees,
Flowers smells slowly decrease..
How can we let this happen?
She had given us air to breathe,
A gift to explore living things..
All crumbling down into flames,
Burning and turning into ashes,
A graveyard of beautiful tombs..
Mother Nature isn't happy,
Killing all things with her power,
Hurricanes are stronger than ever,
Maybe she's just PMSing?
May 30, 2019
May 30, 2019 at 9:42 AM UTC
I wanted to model my life after a rainstorm:
To embody the excitement and freshness and screaming vitality
of a torrential rain on a hot summer day
To show off my clouds and shout out with thunder
My worries and sorrows, my failures and fears.
To laugh and cry and run and shriek
With windstorms and hailstorms and post-summer sleet.
But most of all,
I wanted to flash through people's lives like lightning
So, so bright and unexpected and beautiful and alive
That they held their breath and scanned the skies
For just one more crackle of energy and excitement
That makes them question their accepted lives.
If nothing else, I'll be petrichor
The soft, sweet reminder of new life to come.
That puts a smile on people's faces
As they, for once, stop, and breathe,
And remember that
They, too,
Are
Alive.
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 8:56 AM UTC
Granola pattering between my teeth.
Rain crunching beneath my feet.
Wait a minute...
Was that what it ought to be?
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 9:27 PM UTC
I like how the air smells just before it rains. I like how it turns cold and dark. It makes you want to snuggle more in your bed. I like how the lightning strikes from a distant. Its deep rumbles comfort me and the light it gives is just so beautiful. I like how any mellow music goes with the whole thing just before it rains. It turns the whole song into another level. I like how quiet the whole area goes. It gives you peace and it makes you relax after a long tiring day.
Then the rain will come. Slowly, like it’s unsure if it’s okay just to pour it all out... I like rains. Sometimes it makes me wish for the storm to never end. Its like my whole entire being, baring its soul to the world, the way I couldn’t do it.
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 6:20 AM UTC
I couldn't tell you at the time.
You were trying hard to drive.
The rain made our vision mauve,
but somehow you got me home, safe.
You are always, the sweetest thing.
Even when its bright and early,
and you're at your crankiest, you try
to remind me how much I'm
the one you hate the least.
But eventually, you might.
I couldn't tell you at the time,
we were listening to Frank.
The rain invaded every line,
but I sang to it the same.
And when it became severe,
you held my fingers and you steered.
We looked closer than eyelids,
Center console, kept us divided,
You told me it'd be alright.
while we listened to "Nights."
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 1:05 AM UTC
our love doesn’t exist.
but i can tell you about our love.
our love is like gold dust in a miner’s pan,
soft and glimmering, sparkes lost in the world,
thrown haphazardly across the sky.
our love is warm like a summer evening and gentle like the cool breeze you feel when you
fly on playground swings.
our love is that pent-up feeling before a rainstorm,
charged air and a sense of something to come.
our love is like the rainstorm,
soft and loud and enriching.
it’s in the air i breathe, and i’d breathe it all the time.
our love is like blueberries in a red wagon
-aesthetic, cold and sweet.
i taste every time i encounter you.
our love is the curious look on girl’s face,
awkward and longing to know,
to accept this feeling.
the feeling that doesn’t exist.
Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 1:45 PM UTC
Grey fills the sky
The sun gets covered
And everything becomes cold and dark
The animals go into hiding
The flowers close up
Everything is preparing for the impact
Lightning strikes
Then thunder sounds
Then it pours
And pours
And pours
Until all the clouds pass
And the sun can show again
The animas come out
And the flowers open up again
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 3:44 AM UTC
thunder rumbles loud,
rainstorm looms, waits to hit hard;
beware! rough weather!
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 11:58 AM UTC
I know there’s a
storm inside of you,
a rainstorm over the sea.
Every time you cry out,
a flood drowns you in,
and you can’t seem to see me.
—when all you want is for
me to save you.
Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 1:46 AM UTC
As close as the rain which runs down the veiny leaves of the poplar trees. Closer still to you and to your thoughts do I wish to be.
Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 11:31 PM UTC
A silent rainstorm
A shower of wild feelings
I'm sick of rain
I wish it would leave
My silent storm of sharp fear
Filling up with tears
A silent rainstorm
Eating away at my mind
My rainstorm of lies
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 8:31 PM UTC
Outside the sun is
shining, so why is the rain
pouring down inside?
Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 8:57 PM UTC
I watch the rain
as it washes away
all the sidewalk chalk
the smeared paintings
floating away
in a stream
of beautiful color
a vibrant rainbow
on a rainy afternoon
fuchsia pink swirling
around my naked toes
children running
and laughing
in the hot streets
the smell of fish and spices
makes my belly rumble
hot white rice
upon a bamboo plate
an old woman
scooping boiled fish
and smiling
her toothless smile
her soul filled
with liquid sunshine
as we sit cross legged
and laugh like kids
Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 8:49 PM UTC
the sky opened up and rain spilled onto my fractured back. drops of water slipped through the tiny cracks, traveling through my body to mix into my blood. the thunder clapped in my ears with a loud thud, shaking the organs shielded by my rib cage. the lighting struck with intensity and rage, sending jolts of electricity through my veins. heavy pellets of water slammed into the windowpanes, shattering the glass and leaving cuts on my hands. the trees crashed to the forest floor right where i stand.
and in all of this catastrophe, i only thought of you.
of your lips against my neck,
your hands on the small of my back,
your eyes meeting mine in the darkness of night,
your i love you’s which were spoken without any words at all,
your beautiful smile that bandaged my bruised heart,
but most of all, i thought of how you used to carry some of the weight too.
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 7:49 PM UTC
the river flowed smoothly at first
and then it decided to burst
now around my house is a moat
and **** it I don't have a boat
this will be an uphill battle
because of course I don't have a paddle
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 10:10 PM UTC
Raindrops falling on my face
in the early morning light
gray clouds racing by
dancing on the mighty wind
trees swaying in the distance
like they're waving hello
to all the strangers walking by
people running like little ants
through the crowded streets
looking for shelter from the storm
I just stand in the middle of it all
letting the rain cleanse me
and wash the sins from my soul
Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 6:56 AM UTC