#rainydays
The paint-water clouds take their position
against the lighter sky.
The seasons are in discussion again.
Watch it, watch the rain renew the world.
Even the earth has stretch marks and eyebags.
The paint-water clouds open a threshold
sighs and umbrellas.
The rain slips into the city’s heartbeat,
quieting its restless pulse.
The paint-water clouds are my newest interest,
all while I wrestle with my coffee grounds,
tiny islands in a storm of silver drops.
Dec 2, 2025
Dec 2, 2025 at 1:40 PM UTC
How I love rainy days,
The sweet fragrance of petrichor fills the air-
So mere, yet satisfying.
Under the blankets,
The rain hums its soft lullaby,
And I sink into the tightest sleep.
Rain pulls me into thoughts
Drifting between nostalgia and what-ifs
While silence quietly dominates.
Aug 18, 2025
Aug 18, 2025 at 9:12 AM UTC
I love rainy days.
I feel like it’s the earths way
Of reminding us
That it’s okay to slow down
Feb 11, 2025
Feb 11, 2025 at 11:12 PM UTC
I don’t know how
but I’d forgotten days
when rain falls forever
and in every way
so you sit and you look
and you look and you sit
and your mind asks some questions
you’d often forget
and you twiddle and bicker
and hover and thrum
and you start ten endeavours
with no solid outcome
and then night comes and rescues
as pretence can be dropped
and you put on pyjamas
and stop
Oct 2, 2021
Oct 2, 2021 at 9:51 AM UTC
I don't know how I'ma die but I can feel it coming,
They put the gun to my head I'm not running,
I can't lose my life when I feel like it's gone,
Life hasn't been the same for awhile now,
Them rainy days turned into stormy nights.
That storm feels like it's gonna last forever,
I use to think I could make it through anything,
I don't know anymore,
Feel weak and feel like I'm falling apart,
One by one,
Piece by piece,
Mind, body, soul, spirit and heart.
If you see me bleeding don't call 911,
Just let me bleed out,
I already feeling like I've lost myself,
I feel like sleeping walking in my casket,
My life is out my hands,
I've been lost for awhile,
God still working on me,
Trying my best to hold on,
Don't know how much more I can handle.
Sep 5, 2021
Sep 5, 2021 at 6:35 AM UTC
I remember when the rain would fall, it would feel like I could jump up and down with laughter until a rainbow would rise.
My rainy days now are filled with sorrow, remorse and despair.
They want nothing to do with you, because they knew you never cared.
They said they’d warned me, that love is never guaranteed, not knowing how childish and stupid I would be.
But boy these are life lessons that I will never forget because without them I’d be dead I bet.
Easy little things like love is what we need; problem is the requirements we cannot meet.
Asking for too much and not giving any in return.
Jun 5, 2021
Jun 5, 2021 at 9:59 PM UTC
And as the silver rain streams
And as the birds begin to allay
I remember spring
And all her glory
Like the small puddles
Mirroring the grey
A world is nestled there
Soft and blooming
Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 10:53 PM UTC
I took our love to the bank, deposited it into a safe. The economy of our love is stagnant and blank, much like the look on your face.
The maintenance fees are high, they come with stress and quarrel; no goodbyes after a call. I am love's employee, both sore and sigh, I might go bald, and gladly; if our love might survive.
I took our love to the bank, and left it there. My father was frank but no doubt sincere, when he warned me: "Do prepare for the rainy days."
Feb 6, 2021
Feb 6, 2021 at 3:53 PM UTC
on rainy days
i like to pretend
that i am sinking into the water
so i can drown in something
other than my thoughts.
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 2:41 PM UTC
While the sun was idle
It rested beneath the inky cumulus
As thunder clad the still morn
A tiny ant with a bread crumb load
Perhaps on its way home
Stopped for a rest on the tip
Of my marmalade coated toast
Then off he went
As wind tousled leaves made a clapping sound
As if, the long wait is over
I held up my coffee
And breathed in,
I smelled rain.
May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 5:45 AM UTC
Rolling thunder, closely followed by lightning.
A storm is near, all normalcy goes out the window.
The droplets make a soft pitter-patter on the
Stark, midnight concrete.
Inlaid with the tears:
Of college students,
Business professionals,
Homeless wanderers.
The salty droplets create a ripple effect in the water.
A man driving
We are always in a rush
He hits the puddle who hits
The little old lady
Our destinations become blurred
As the torrential downpour ensues.
People, including me,
COMPLAIN
GRUMBLE
No eye contact walking warily, wayward down the street.
But sometimes, maybe,
the clouds in a storm bring
Peace, maybe
Clarity, maybe
Presence. It may be.
Sometimes there’s a rainbow
Look for that.
Dec 23, 2019
Dec 23, 2019 at 2:44 PM UTC
I told someone
that I like sunny days
that I like the sun and clouds
above me
That I like the summer breeze
in the hot and humid weather
and the cloudy skies
above me
I like sunny days
Like the person I told
about sunny days to
Days that never end, never waver
Never there
There is always going to be rainy days
As in the darkest clouds and hardest rain,
the coldest wind in the chilling weather
But the skies
The skies remind me of summer
Like the person I told
about sunny days to
And I've always told him
that I liked the weather, hot or cold
and the rain that never seem to waver
above me
Nov 11, 2019
Nov 11, 2019 at 4:39 AM UTC
No more temporary highs,
to hide away the hurt.
No more lies,
No more “good-byes”.
No more temporary fills,
to fill the voids,
or making homes of
what we should avoid.
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 3:53 AM UTC
I love reading because it makes my mind pacify at list for an hour
It leaves darkness
and goes to a more peaceful place where nothing is really affecting me
I haven’t read for a long time now and that’s cause my mind can’t leave this dark state
and it’s sofocating
I don’t have the escape I used to
and now
what do I have to do to feel what reading made me feel
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 7:44 PM UTC
i want to be the caffeine
that completes your morning
be your warm socks
when its raining
who gives you comfort
to ease your bearing
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 7:32 AM UTC
Some people will often list the smell of rain among their favorite smells,
but to me it is an awful stench; a reminder of that hellish night.
Some people are made giddy as they watch the dark clouds gather and anticipate the droplets,
but the air of excitement is something I dread; it suffocates me.
Some people watch the cars zoom by and admire that sound of the wet pavement hissing in response, but this noise is associated with a memory that holds me captive; it is a prison to me.
Some people find the smells and sounds of rainfall to be soothing, but I feel as if the world is mourning with me when it rains; a storm played in the background the night my life was shattered.
Some people marvel at the beauty of lights reflected in water, but I cannot admire these things for fear that I might get stuck in my head; my mind might think we're back living that night again.
Some people used to include myself; no longer, but there is not a day that goes by without a prayer that I might one day return to the world's collection of some people.
Sep 22, 2017
Sep 22, 2017 at 2:59 AM UTC
i crave touch and affection
as any human does
but i am reserved, an observer, an introvert
i am content to spend an entire day cuddled up
with someone who feels the same way i do
on a rainy day like today
there is nothing more i want
than to feel
to feel alive
to feel loved
to feel connected
to not feel alone
Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 5:06 PM UTC
the rain
against the window pane,
pouring down
falling to the ground;
droplets after droplets connecting,
until it slides down.
a mug of hot chocolate,
on the cold table contrasting,
waiting to be drank.
i watch as my favorite kind of days unleash before me,
raindrops falling on my face
bit by bit,
feeling that i should be complete
and yet,
Something's missing.
as the rainy days pass by,
the same window pane,
the same mug,
the same incomplete feeling,
Something's missing.
You.
I am missing you.
I miss you.
—a.c
May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 3:51 AM UTC
Don’t get me wrong, I looooove the sunshine.
I love the smell
the t a s t e
the way it thaws my cheek bones and warms my shoulders
But, these rainy days instill something deeper, calmer, even
everyone is home; wherever that may be
going about their lives
listening to the same drizzly soundtrack
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 11:55 AM UTC