I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.

I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.

in the rain-
darkness,     the sunset
being sheathed i sit and
think of you

the holy
city which is your face
your little cheeks the streets
of smiles

your eyes half-
thrush
half-angel and your drowsy
lips where float flowers of kiss

and
there is the sweet shy pirouette
your hair
and then

your dancesong
soul.     rarely-beloved
a single star is
uttered,and i

think
       of you

when the language of rain
is in need of
translation.

when the parallel lines
have
crossed.

when observing the time
by the pizza boxes
arching
toward
a ceiling fan.

when pages of
stories are skipped
to the end unread.

rain touches the lonely,
rain is weaving  
the hearts
with dreams.

rain colors the lonely
arching in color
touching the sky.  

droplets  of water
through your window glass
tapping of comfort
of watering eyes.

Lunar Love Apr 2014

you said that
you love it when it rains.
little did you know that
it rains
whenever i shed a tear.
maybe that's why
you seem happy
even if i'm hurt;
you enjoy
whenever i cry.
and i'll always end up
exchanging your sorrow
for my euphoria,
in hopes of you
loving the rain --- me, my tears, and my pain.

Harly Coward Oct 2014

Bundled up in my big blue blanket,
Holding my heavenly hot cocoa,
Simmering as I'm sipping,
Nibbling on my noodles,

I gaze out the window,
Rain, rain, rain,
Grey clouds canvassing the sky,
Water falling creating rivers in the street,

The only thing I vow to accomplish today at all
Is finish season seven of Supernatural.

i wish
i were as brave as the rain
because
they are not afraid to
fall


©IGMS

when there is no one there to catch them...




they are the strongest, bravest and
saddest things I've known :(

PS:
-the thought "the rain are not afraid to fall" were not from me . :)

I cut the middle fingernail of the middle
finger
right hand
real short
and I began rubbing along her cunt
as she sat upright in bed
spreading lotion over her arms
face
and breasts
after bathing.
then she lit a cigarette:
"don't let this put you off,"
an smoked and continued to rub
the lotion on.
I continued to rub the cunt.
"You want an apple?" I asked.
"sure, she said, "you got one?"
but I got to her-
she began to twist
then she rolled on her side,
she was getting wet and open
like a flower in the rain.
then she rolled on her stomach
and her most beautiful ass
looked up at me
and I reached under and got the
cunt again.
she reached around and got my
cock, she rolled and twisted,
I mounted
my face falling into the mass
of red hair that overflowed
from her head
and my flattened cock entered
into the miracle.
later we joked about the lotion
and the cigarette and the apple.
then I went out and got some chicken
and shrimp and french fries and buns
and mashed potatoes and gravy and
cole slaw,and we ate.she told me
how good she felt and I told her
how good I felt and we
ate the chicken and the shrimp and the
french fries and the buns and the
mashed potatoes and the gravy and
the cole slaw too.

DIANA Apr 2014

Rain ,rain, rain
rain, rain, rain..

Please come with crystal clear drops,
Please come with a heavy shower,
Please come with great thundering,
and lightening..

lands are lying desperately
lands are drying,

Spring are waiting,
Again the world will be green,
Heaven waiting.


Rain,rain,rain,
Rain,rain,rain

Please come
Lets pray for a heavy shower of rain.

I miss you,
having never met you
still warmer near you
across the ocean.

it rains grey
elephants and mice
in shades of
darken room
and falling curtains.

it rains in shadows
of your walk
from sunny side  
to rainy block.

A. J. Rain

Madhumita Apr 2014

Purple
storm clouds blown in
by the turbulent winds
haven’t enough rain to wash off
your pain.

NaPoWriMo Day 11
Poetry form: Cinquain (traditional)
raine cooper Mar 2016

one day the rain didn't come
her suicide note read,
i'm sorry i was nothing more than a life of falling

©rainecooper
Lunar Love Apr 2014

from rain,
should i turn into a storm?
howling like the wind,
making noise,
to get you to hear me?
more raindrops; more tears,
to make you feel
drenched in remorse?
harsher and faster,
much like a hurricane,
to get you to see
how messed up i am?
when i'm stronger
like the storm,
would you love me more?

The second part of 'love the rain --- love me'.
Jaimi M Oct 2014

Have you ever
stopped to listen
to the things
the clouds
are saying
as the rain
pours down
on this earth?
Maybe they had
a bad day,
and only need
a listening
ear.
-JRM

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