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#rainy
When I’m sitting in the sun I’m thinking about the rain, About silver threads on windowpanes, a soft and steady refrain. The warmth upon my shoulders feels too open, far too bright, And I long for muted afternoons wrapped gently in gray light. About how I will always wish to be alone watching the sky cry, Tracing every falling tear that slips from cloud to sky. Where thunder hums a lullaby low across the air, And every drop is proof that even heavens need repair. The sun speaks loud in golden rays that dazzle and demand, But rain arrives on quiet feet to cool the waiting land. It taps upon the rooftops with a patient, tender tune, And turns the restless afternoon to twilight far too soon. In rain the world grows smaller, softer at the seams, A blurred and watercolor wash of half-remembered dreams No crowd can find me in that hush, no noise can remain I am a shadow at the glass, counting drops like pain. So let the sunlight blaze and boast across an open plain; My heart is in the solitude that gathers with the rain.
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Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 2:56 AM UTC
Rain
happiness is not simple in my eyes, it's more than the perfect sunny day, or a favorite ice cream. It's that, so much more, and it's hard to explain. you make it from the ground up and when you're laying brick, sweating and lonely, it's hard but when you finish, under a roof, you'll find yourself more able to enjoy the rainy days.
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Feb 19
Feb 19, 2026 at 4:19 PM UTC
What Happiness Is
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Feb 18
Feb 18, 2026 at 2:30 PM UTC
The Royal We.
The rain dances on my skin I pause and it feels enough.
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Aug 20, 2025
Aug 20, 2025 at 5:42 AM UTC
Love Rain
Rainy days make me contemplate What if I took her warm embrace What if we shared our dreams and fears; It is the cold that whispers, Lonely tunes of an old radio, Waking up emotions of faded hue; The thought of you and me How lovely would it be If I could lean on your shoulder As the weather turns colder.
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Aug 9, 2025
Aug 9, 2025 at 11:32 AM UTC
rainy days makes heart weak
I don’t know if you ever listened to the sky when it gets hungry. It growls. It rumbles. Even roams. It sits in the dark, contemplating what it wants. Then, Boom. Thunder hits without warning. At some point, we've all been there hungry, with no idea what we want to eat, no one to ask, everything sounding good. Thunder hits again. The hush left to whisper between lips, ******* in air. It’s enough to make you mad. The rain doesn’t wait. The lightning not knowing where to begin. Hunger waits for release. I am the moment that waits for you in-between
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May 20, 2025
May 20, 2025 at 1:26 AM UTC
Storms Get Hungry Too
The cloud is crumbling, Rainy day ahead, The air is soaked The flavour of heavy soil. New life is born In the depths of the merciful Earth We are all Her sons and daughters.
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May 14, 2025
May 14, 2025 at 5:47 AM UTC
Seeds in the spring
Mentally expecting the worst Everything that could go wrong will But what if it doesn’t? Still, my list of to-dos gets longer Running from my problems so I don’t have to deal with it If my phone rings, I don’t answer I prefer to keep my distance Wishing I could disappear Or that I didn’t exist Maybe it’s time I get some rest Can’t enjoy the moments It’s always what’s next?
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Mar 4, 2025
Mar 4, 2025 at 9:17 PM UTC
Typical Tuesday
My income is tentative, My money comes with the snow, I thought I was getting paid, But the rain stole my job.
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Feb 13, 2025
Feb 13, 2025 at 8:29 AM UTC
Scrapbook Poem #133
Alam kong umpisa na ng tag-init diyan. O baka lingid sa kaalaman ko'y sa susunod na linggo pa o kalaunan. Ngunit kung paano ang tag-init dyan o gaano kainit ay hindi ko alam. Paano ang tag-init dyan sa inyo? Gaano ka-init ang mainit diyan sa bahay mo? Sana'y naaarawan ka ng sapat at tama, sana'y palaging malusog ka't masaya. Alam mo bang tag-ulan na rito ng Hunyo? O maaaring para sayo ay patak pa lang, o marahil mga mumunting tulo. Ngunit kung gaano kaginaw o paano ang tag-ulan ay hindi mo alam. Gaano kaginaw, gaya ba ng taas ng baha? Paano ang patak ng ulan, tulad ba ng luha? Sana'y bagyuhin at tangayin ang mga mali, sana'y mawala na ang alaalang gipit. Alam kong tag-init na pag Hunyo sa inyo. Ngunit alam mo ba talaga kung gaano ka-init kung ikaw sana'y narito sa silid ko? Alam mo ba ang tunay na tag-init, gayong di mo pa nararanasan sa bisig ko? Hindi mo malalaman kung gaano kainit ang mainit hangga't ika'y wala sa tabi ko. Ang tunay na tag-init ay nasa aking piling. Alam mo nang tag-ulan na rito ng Hunyo. Ngunit kung malalaman mo nga kung gaano kaginaw, tulad siguro ng paghagkan sa bloke ng yelo. Alam mo ba ang tunay na tag-ulan, tila mga patak ng luha kung mawawala ako. Malalaman mo kung gaano kaginaw ang maginaw kung mawawala ako sa buhay mo. Ang tunay na tag-ulan ay ang aking kawalan.
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Jun 5, 2024
Jun 5, 2024 at 3:55 AM UTC
Hunyo Sa Inyo
The milk coffee skies of Paris in May, make the Seine river look insanely gray. At sunrise it’s quiet - the traffic’s mostly bikes our digs are luxurious and private my school stress is waning - it’s nice I want to get up sigh I don’t want to get up, We’ll vote on it later - I think it’s a tossup. What will today bring? More thunderstorms and kisses? grin I hope so. I pull the covers up. Peter stretches and asks, “what are you doing?” I chuckle, and say, “Come and find me,” when he does, Paris is fun in May . . songs for this: How Deep is your love - Live at the MGM Grand by Bee Gees Houdini by Dua Lipa Disco Boots by Gavin Turik Not My Fault by Reneé Rapp & Megan Thee Stallion
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May 22, 2024
May 22, 2024 at 6:57 PM UTC
milk coffee
a fresh start a day to wander spring rain
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May 26, 2022
May 26, 2022 at 10:05 AM UTC
Tsuyu
At least these drops of water are falling all around me, Instead of from me.
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Jan 30, 2022
Jan 30, 2022 at 1:30 AM UTC
Drops of Water
It is a rainy day I walk It washes away my fear, I feel I am letting go. It is a rainy day I feel my worries Wash away from my face, My wrinkles are being erased. It is a rainy day I know Healing takes time, But time heals the deepest wounds. It is a rainy day, It is dark But I feel a spark of light In my heart. It is a rainy day And I know How hard it has been to let go. Now I heal As the rain washes my wounds away. I heal as the rain pours down on me.
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Dec 5, 2021
Dec 5, 2021 at 4:27 AM UTC
Rainy Day
Close your eyes, I whisper in your ear, when you think of forever, what do you see my dear, or rather who do you see, right through your tears, through the uncertainty of time, and the path you will take, who is your partner, your guide as you are theirs, I asked you this question once before, a rainy day on the second floor, tell me your answer once again.
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Nov 29, 2021
Nov 29, 2021 at 9:20 AM UTC
A Rainy Day in Paris
Drip drop, never stops Puddles formed are now the norm Splash splosh, day's a wash
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Oct 30, 2021
Oct 30, 2021 at 9:55 AM UTC
Rain days
rainy like my eyes lately i despise being alone i don't like being alone shaky like my knees when i tell you, please, fall in love with me won't you fall in love with me
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Aug 25, 2021
Aug 25, 2021 at 1:19 PM UTC
rainy
You are a butterfly that flies and perches on a corpse flower throughout the rainy season in December.
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Jul 4, 2021
Jul 4, 2021 at 6:15 PM UTC
A Butterfly and A Corpse Flower
I'm raining The sky is crying, Part of the season.
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Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 3:52 PM UTC
Season's blue