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Gayatri Nov 2013
Single raindrop you came down from the heavens alone,
Single raindrop against the beautiful street light you form veins forlorn,
Single raindrop on windows in the suns ray you shine,
Single raindrop you look so little on this finger of mine,
Single raindrop from the heavenly shower you are apart,
Single raindrop what goes on within your little heart?
Single raindrop is it  charming to be the one and only,
Single raindrop in your quiet felicity don't you feel lonely ?
Kassey Jun 2018
Raindrop oh raindrop
I like every drop
But there was a girl that's been trapped
Inside a small but breakable raindrop

It is no ordinary raindrop
It is like a crystal
It's very fragile

Raindrops were like her teardrops
Slowly streams down her face
Tears that would like to race

No one will took a interest
To a simple raindrop
When will this storm stop?

Raindrops keep falling on the ground
But how about the fragile one?
Would it break to pieces?

How the girl wish she would be catch by someone
It's hard to fall wihout being catched by anyone
You'll be the broken one

Raindrop oh raindrop
Keep falling
Still flowing
Then now I am slowly breaking
Iniside this raindrop
Being inspired by a quote
Black Jewelz Jan 2016
The raindrop
Stands alone
Then escapes the cloud
Like a skydiving soldier on mission
Whose face is proud.
It stands alone
In its descent,
Only to embrace the ground
As if it had a hand to hold.

But the earth is dry
And land is cold.

The rain drop is simple
And cool at heart.
Its thoughts so fickle
To make the foolish smart,
Yet I sometimes wonder
Were it sentient would it ponder
The significance of a lifetime between earth and yonder
And the sentiment of finding a purpose fonder.

For we are all like raindrops solitary
With a finite life span, temporary.
Some stand alone, and some find another
To join together and become stronger.

The lonely raindrop stands alone
But every raindrop makes the planet whole.

Mother Earth awakes, smiles at thunder
And says, “Mr. Lonely Raindrop: you have a home.”
Growly Wolfus Aug 2019
A single raindrop falls from the sky,
depressed in its loneliness as it descends.
It lands and drips down a grassy *****,
alone and forgotten.

A single raindrop falls from the sky.
It falls from dark clouds and gloomy air.
It brings nothing but sadness to the earth below
and desires only to be heard or seen.

A single raindrop falls from the sky,
felt only by a stranger.
It's wiped away, declared a nuisance,
and cast away from existence.

A single raindrop falls from the sky,
mistaken for a tear.
Thought to be from an angel of a lost age.
It merely stirs the dust.

A hundred raindrops fall from the sky,
all lonely but together.
They cause a splash and demand attention.
Still only felt by one.

A hundred raindrops fall from the sky,
unable to quench the earth's thirst.
They disappear, taken by the ground,
embraced for the last time.

A hundred raindrops fall from the sky.
Not a head turns to notice them.
They cry out loudly but cannot be heard,
vanishing as they land.

A thousand raindrops fall from the sky.
The clouds gather to watch the spectacle.
They grow darker as they bunch together,
warning those below of the coming.

A thousand raindrops fall from the sky
and tap people on the shoulder.
"Come watch us," they whisper before leaving.
Few people are left behind.

A thousand raindrops fall from the sky,
looking for an audience.
The people have left and taken their friends
to hide in the buildings they made.

A million raindrops fall from the sky,
and joyously, they sing.
They hit the ground, the cars, the roofs,
and make music for those in hiding.

A million raindrops fall from the sky.
They dance and cheer and smile.
The sun decides it wants to watch.
The light dances with raindrops for awhile.

A million raindrops fall from the sky,
accompanied by rays of gold.
They bring new color to the city of gray
and rejuvenate all of the old.

A gentle rain falls from the sky
and makes art upon the ground.
It quenches the earth's thirst and hums in our ears,
dancing to its own sound.

A gentle rain falls from the sky.
People watch with awe from behind glass.
Ignored by many, precious to captivated few.
They long for it to last.

A gentle rain falls from the sky
and gracefully sways in the breeze.
It brings forth calmness and a sense of peace.
It blesses the green fields and trees.

A gentle rain falls from the sky,
watched by a child with wonder.
It sends the breeze to lift the child
and brings them out from under.

A gentle rain falls from the sky
and splashes on window panes.
It plays with the child and hums sweet tunes
as it makes puddles in the traffic lanes.

A gentle rain falls from the sky
and ripples in the water.
A new world created, impossibly calm.
It makes the child an offer.

A gentle rain falls from the sky
and whispers in the child's ear.
"Wait for me.  I will return.
I won't leave you alone here."

A gentle rain falls from the sky
and sings goodbye to the child.
The clouds dissipate as the sun takes over.
The departing rain simply smiles.

A million raindrops fall from the sky,
murmuring farewells and goodbyes.
Each gives the child a tender hug
as the color returns to the skies.

A thousand raindrops fall from the sky,
then a hundred, then one.
The single raindrop kisses the child
standing alone in the sun.

No longer do raindrops fall from the sky,
but a child waits for them.
To dance and sing and draw and play,
with the gentle rain again.
I LOVE the rain.  I wrote this after a gentle rainfall and listening to one of my favorite songs.
The child in the poem does not necessarily represent age, but more awe and feelings I have when I watch the rain.  It's so peaceful.  I feel like a child whenever I watch it or sit in it.
Kiss the Rain - Yiruma
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=so6ExplQlaY
Holly Feb 2015
A
Drop
Of rain is
Like a sudden
Knock at the door.
Unexpected, yet often
Welcomed with a smile, it
Can brighten your day or ruin
Your plans. It can make you laugh
Or make you sad. Whether the raindrop
Is moving fast or slow, or is big or small,
It always gets everyone's attention. A rain-
Drop contains many secrets.  It is a bubble of
Anticipation and surprise. It cleanses the earth,
It feeds the flowers, And fills the holes. The  
Raindrop is never silent, it bangs on the
Roof, Spatters on the windows or,
Splashes into a puddle.
A Raindrop.
The green blade of grass dripped dry,
After the rain had stopped.
But one little raindrop didn't fall,
And hung on to the grass.
Along came a butterfly, thirsty as can be,
Who saw the little raindrop, hanging on tightly.
She took a little sip,
And flew into the sky,
Goodbye little butterfly.

Then, the little raindrop fell of the blade,
And sank down into the mud.
It sank deeper and deeper,
Into the depths of the unknown.
This poem is copyright. Clara McAdam 2010
A raindrop floats down from clouds of grey.
It seems to be cry Night and Day.
Help me O Help me it pleads as it falls.

Spiraling, drowning, falling, raindrops.

It crys and weeps the sky.
The raindrops its tears. The sky it's face. The clouds its eyes.

Spiraling, drowning, falling, raindrops.

Raindrop O Raindrop why do you cry?
I cry for the stars. I cry for the sky. I cried for my life but not anymore.
Why O Why did I ever die.
Hope you'll enjoy this is only my second poem.
unloved Oct 2018
She was looking at the sky in a hope that at least one raindrop will fall on her dry skin. Because even that meaningless raindrop would mean something to her. She would give everything for that one moment

moment of feeling.
skyblueandblack Oct 2014


A raindrop

landed upon the petal of the rose ,

lingered there  ~

refined in elegant repose.

The rose laughed

in joy

and fragrant bloom.




Then slowly,

delicately,

the raindrop slid,

until finally

it descended to the soil

in respite.



Absorbed by the earth

to the roots it would flow,

unbeknownst to the rose

still there to help it grow.




The rose

in sorrowful solitude

then looked up to the sky

from whence the raindrop came ~

its leaves held up in gratitude.

And in abundant mercy

the rain softly fell

from above.



This is Love.


“That which God said to the rose
and caused it to laugh in full-blown beauty,
    He said to my heart,
    and made it a hundred times more beautiful."
~ Rumi
soli Jan 2019
opposite me, a window
a crystal thing I see
on it, a raindrop
just as crystal as before it seems.

i stare, i stare blindly
i wait, i wait impatiently
for it to move just suddenly

changing seats, just me
the raindrop not so active
near it, another raindrop
as crystal as before.

i stare, i stare increasingly
i wait, i wait impatiently
for it to talk more freelt

from the drop, sobs escape
it's almost strange to hear
startled, i cradle it
intrigued, i hold it to my ear.

i stare, i stare dumbfoundedly
i wait, i wait impatiently
for it to quiet minisculely

in the reflection of the water
i let a smile grow
gently i kiss it goodbye
for that was all i know

and that was the end
of our silent conversation
where the raindrop cried aghast
and the memory seems too fast.

i sit, i sit a little sleepy
i wait, i wait
(though patiently this time)
for new company again.
Shofi Ahmed Mar 2017
Before long the summer sun will rise in London
Like the half of the Ge meets the other half.
Like a magic by the Lamp of Aladdin
The love flame hidden in the chest lits out!

Like a blooming rose in a glowing beam of light,
Like a smiling face speaks a gentle word,
Like a beautiful sunrise colour in the first light!

The summer in London will pop and sizzle
We will see a threshold in our land.
The rose for a while is tucked away
Off the winter and is given to the sun
Winter is not forever spring is on the corner
Come back in the sun with the early bird
Before Cinderella takes on the primrose path.

Keeping an eye on a thriller is in the winter’s field
Oozy ozone misty land gets a gingerly seasoning
What on earth will it strike, will it dish out?
Ah, the sun will pop out like a river breeze.

Like a southern song singing on a dream scene.
a smooth fairy dance facing the Moon
a thrill of exposing Stonehenge once and for all
a melodious raindrop in the serene pond
a butterfly dance on the rose
a turned on tall tale of the blue peacock
Like a pure belief in heaven without a pinch of salt!
This is a poem from my book Zero and One available on Amazon.
Trevon Haywood Jan 2016
They say beauty is in the shape of my raindrop, and i always stay warm every single day.
And that's what I realise how beautiful I am just like the others.

Anonymous. 1/10/2016.
pluie d'été Oct 2014
do you know the rain
he asks
it's never alone
he says

almost like you

but it's not
and i am not

i am
a raindrop
shattering
between other raindrops

we become a translucent
blur
(we are not blue)

you are mistaken
i whisper
and a raindrop
slips down
along the curve of his neck
paige v Jan 2015
covered by thorns and hidden by vines
but you’re still attracted to the light
that reflects from my broken sides
you want to swim alone tonight
but I know you’d let me hold you down
Velvet rose petals and shattered glass don't mix but still you’ll love me anyway
despite the scars I've left on you
you’d lay with me
on dead grass
and let me point out your fading colors
you’ll excuse my relentless attempts
to bury you under ground.
“you're destructive
and reflective,
I see myself in you”
As my ridges rip you to shreds you stay with me,
a ****** mess and a lonely swimmer,
another garden destroyed
with wasted raindrop tears
Adrian Newman Jul 2017
I’m fragile and snide
She hasn’t died
I refuse to believe
She’s star side.

I’m her best memory
Warmth magnified
I stand in the rain
Hands by my side.

I’m the last raindrop in the sky
I’m the last tear in her eye.
I’m the reason she cries
I’m the last to sigh.

I’m a dry and empty well
I’m cracked inside
I suffer alone
She isn’t alive.

I’m the last raindrop in the sky
I’m the last tear in her eye.
I’m the reason she cries
I’m the last to sigh.

I’m a fallen leaf
She carried me.
She was the wind
Sustaining.

I’m a dim light
Warmth petrified.
I stand by her grave
Hands by my side.

I’m the last raindrop in the sky
I’m the last tear in her eye.
I’m torn and tried
I’m the last to sigh.

I’m the last raindrop in the sky
I’m the last tear in her eye.
I’m shaken inside
I’m the last to sigh.

19th July 2017
This was inspired by comments on youtube I read about loss (and my own experience). I wanted to use simple phrases that delivered a powerful message of at least one stage of grief (denial), and I'm sure that's come across well.
Hope you appreciate this, and if this is too much to read, I've posted a short version for you :)
Peter Tanner Jan 2015
I start way up high,
with others like me in the sky.
I am a raindrop.
We are all the same.
None of us are the cream of the crop.
None of us are lame.
We are waiting up here.
Just waiting to go.
Up here in the atmosphere.
Waiting to flow.
First we must fall.
First it must be cold.
There is no warning call.
No sign of us getting old.
The warmth brought us here.
Cooling will do the opposite.
To allow us to fall like a tear.
To allow us to fall composite.
Then my journey will start.
I hope for great joy.
Like an actor getting to play their part.
Like a child getting their first toy.
I can feel the cold creeping in
and the warmth starting to fade.
Now my travels will soon begin.
Could my travel start with a glade?
Maybe I will land in a lake.
Maybe I will land in the city.
Hopefully not the latter for my sake.
For I may be stomped on without pity.
My time here is now done.
No more having to wait.
It is hopefully time to have some fun.
Falling, I will soon see my fate
Camryn Claud Oct 2013
The smallest raindrop
Falls
On
Me
I look up, searching for the storm
Yet, the skies are clear
Another drop
And then another
I run to another place
Yet I still feel the rain
I try not to think about you
And the way you cried earlier
As the rain falls steadily
Is it your tears?
Or just my imagination?
I try to escape, but the rain is relentless
I run to you
And search for signs of tears
Yet there are none
I smile
Leave
And the last raindrop falls
A Raindrop

A raindrop is a tear that falls when angels cry
Then it helps the trees and flowers to grow
The raindrops are falling all over the place
Cleaning the trees and helping the animals find their food

Most of all
It is fun to walk in the rain with your loved one
The angels may not be crying where you are
They could be crying somewhere else in the world

A raindrop is like a breath of fresh air
It's like when a little baby cries
The rain is made of water
That evaporates and forms cumulus clouds

When they come together
They burst and form the rain
We get it all over the world
The little raindrop
Knit Personality Jul 2018
Root of all thirsting,
    My greatest desire,
A single drop bursting
    Can put out a fire.
A single drop wholly
    Divorced from the brine,
A single drop holy,
    The liquid divine.

        Without it I wither:
            Unwet I'm unwell.
        I'll follow it thither,
            To heaven or hell.

Raindrop or dewdrop
    I want on my tongue.
For the old drop and new drop
    These verses are sung.
The new drop and old drop
    Of water I crave,
The hot drop and cold drop,
    From cradle to grave.

        Without it I wither:
            Unwet I'm unwell.
        I'll follow it thither,
            To heaven or hell.

Drown me in oceans,
    In crystalline seas,
In H2O potions
    Of perfect degrees.
Drown me in teardrops
    Divorced from the brine,
In flawlessly clear drops
    Of the liquid divine.

        Without it I wither:
            Unwet I'm unwell.
        I'll follow it thither,
            To heaven or hell.

#
Allie Dotson Sep 2018
How could you ever make me sad
even just a tad
can't you see
this is no tear placed upon me
a raindrop in my eye
is all you could ever mean to me
no matter what the past shows
I know
it was never love
when I looked into those eyes
it was never compassion
when you leaned in close
to show me lies you thought you felt
and it was never happiness to feel
when you held me close on those winter nights
saying the sweet words that made my heart accelerate
we were never a fate to last
because now salt is all I taste
as I say your name
and the thoughts of you come breaking through
do not worry though
for it is not due to you
instead it is the raindrop in my eye


That makes me cry
erin walts Jun 2014
Just another raindrop in the rain
Just another person
lifeless and plain.
Just another drag to take me away.
Just another patient awaiting cancer and pain.
Just another weight to bare
Just another "I don't care"...
Just another wasted life

I can't tell you what it is
Impatiently waiting for the floor to fall from under my feet
constantly worry
about incomplete
can't compete
everything is


obsolete.

Just another raindrop in the rain
it trickles down the window pane
Baylee Dec 2013
When I was younger,
I used to always see which raindrop,
On the window of the car would beat
All the other raindrops to the bottom
Of the window.
I'd sit there, watching, concentrating so hard,
Just to guess and be wrong,
As another raindrop would pull ahead
At the last second.
I was always so amazed by the raindrop
That won, that I'd pay no attention to the others,
In the same way, you're that raindrop that won;
You're all I paid attention to,
And now the only raindrops that win
Are the ones that fall down my cheeks.
Clare Jun 2014
A rolling raindrop
and ax blade on the bark meet
At cross roads head long.
An attempt at Haiku.
Iskra Aug 2018
Laying in my bed curled up
Acid in my throat because I didn’t eat
Clenching my fists around my blankets because I can’t sleep

Are you thinking of me?
Laying in a tent, uncomfortably,
Snuggling close to your fluffy white dog or your younger brother to stay warm.

Are you missing me?
No. Not the way I’m missing you
You’re not thinking of me the way I’m thinking of you
And though it means the world to me that a beautiful soul like yours is friends with a storm cloud like me, it shatters my heart into thousands of sharp, jagged pieces that you’re
~ just ~
my friend.

“I’m sorry but I need to know, is it mutual? It’s alright if it’s a no, I can handle it, I just want you...to be honest”
A pause...
Then the raindrop falls.
“Right now, it’s a no”

Ripples.
Right now.
Right now.
Right now.
No.
No.
No.
STOP.
I care about you so much, I know I need to let you go, so you would never read this, and I would never show anyone this.
It’s all swirling around in my chest, faster and faster until it explodes, word ***** and tears.
I love you.

I didn’t tell you I loved you, only that I had feelings for you.
Why bother? It would’ve made things more painful for me, more bitter for you.

But I can’t show you this.
I don’t want you to change.
I don’t want you to change the way you speak to me, to change your mind when you’re about to type a heart emoji,
to stop yourself after just saying “goodnight” and leave out the “baby”

This is my undoing, not yours, and I want you to keep letting me be your anchor, your shoulder, your shield, my open arms waiting to catch you when you tumble from your flight.
I can’t keep loving you, I can’t stop loving you.
I want to stop feeling at all.
Thank you all so much for all your compassion and the amazing comments. Your kindness brought me to tears. I’d send hugs and healing (if I could) to those of you who commented because you’re experiencing the same thing right now, and I promise you, even though it hurts like hell now, it does get better.
Who never passed upon a thought, then found it renewed
Like a compass pointing towards the North again
Is this a tribute which our heart ensues
Or, our minds merely
Playing tricks
In vain

Is there not a breeze that walks amidst the skies
Catching raindrops of forgotten thoughts
Returning memories to spin and rise
Filling corridors which once
We thought held only
Naught

If a single thought remembered can warm a heart again
Then let me be the water in those skies
A raindrop of memories not in vain
That gently passes through
Your mind and brings
You
Blissful sighs
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
www.changefulstorm.blogspot.com
www.stumbleupon.com/stumbler/Changefulstorm
Koty Peter Aug 2012
I am the first raindrop that fell from the sky.
I was in the first cloud,
The first puddle in time.
The other raindrops wanted to be just like me.
They fell into my puddle and we created the sea.
I evaporated back
Into the clouds,
then repeated the cycle till man came around.

I was the first raindrop that man ever drank.
I spent some time in the stomach then soaked into his bloodstream.
I evacuated onto a tree in the woods.
Absorbed into the branches and provided it food.
Escaped and retired, relaxed in the dirt,
I was the first ground water on this earth.

Again I found my way home to my place in the sky.
The clouds were darker than usual,
Something wasn't right.
All at once, the first smoke stack,
coughed in my face.
I'm the first victim of acid rain.
Oskar Erikson Jun 2019
downpours in june are expected in london
like the rushing to the tubelines at closing time
the warmth of the morning undone
raining in june is nothing short of a crime.

like children in suits the 9-5ers
leap from raindrop to raindrop
with umbrellas writhing against eachother like tethers
only for the briefest connections can we stop.

there's no point looking into a rain-battered soul

its only when we move apart can we truly be whole.
SG Holter Sep 2015
Dry your eyes,
Little girl.
Don't let them in.
They're only words.

There, now. There.
It's just a tear.
A raindrop from your  
Atmosphere.

I promise you
Clear skies again.
Brush off your knees.
Arise again.

Dry your eyes,
My little friend.
More things begin
Where others end.

So stand and shine
Despite their words.
They envy you.
Of course it hurts.
Rain was the only thing I remembered when we parted ways
Like a cloudy weather with a chance of raindrops for a day

Lost in your eyes but I have found heaven in your embrace
The only home I never got the courage to stay.

For once let the raindrop hit me for your love was my shelter
They thought I was best but the teardrops never made me better

Hit me a drop of rain before the breakdowns hit me first
like water in a hot sunny desert
in your love I thirst
Marian May 2013
Mists of beauty
Sprinkles of rain
Rain-covered leaves
On the beautiful trees
Raindrops on the green grass
Raindrops everywhere
Raindrops on the lacy ferns
Raindrops everywhere I turn
Pines and evergreens
And lovely cedars sweet
Saturated in raindrop kisses
Such a lovely prelude
The misty forest
Is enchanted
This I say
This forest
Is enchanted
No matter what
This is where Fairies live
This is where Fairies dance
This is where their wings flutter
In the ever blowing breeze
This is where the harps
Are played
This is where their songs are sung
This is where the Fairies harp
Plays nocturnal melodies
And graceful notes
This is where my Fairies live

*~Marian~
Gerry Aldridge Dec 2016
My Raindrop Necklace
Primeira: Why are your hands wet?
Segunda: I was making a beautiful raindrop necklace, when suddenly all the beads turned into tears.
Primeira: You were trying to create something that could not exist outside your dream.
Segunda: I was only trying to make what I had seen.
Primeira: Sadly, it does not mean it will ever be,
love, dreams
She Writes Oct 2018
I let my fingertips
Dance in the rain
Washing away my troubles
Bit by bit
As each drop
Kisses my hand
Mari Gee Mar 2012
Dry your eyes, your tears are too much for the clouds
They can't hold anymore sorrow,
or they'll fall toward the earth
Lay on my lap,
though it may be soaked, unlike the clouds,
they could use some more substance
Before you know it, tears of laughter
and joy will overcome you.
Almost overwhelm you to the point of dryness.

*Dry your eyes,
your tears are too much
for the the clouds to handle.
It may just have to rain.

— The End —