Let the chaos of the falling rains wash you,
Leaving it’s wet embrace upon your face,
And cleaning with its virtue.
Gentle rain as you lay your cleansing wash,
I'll sit and stay and sourly slosh,
Upon the grassy hill, where nature pushes,
Standing oh so still, as the water rushes,
And fills the cracks of earth, at my soaking feet,
Giving its rebirth, as the rain she weeps.
With tenderness and care.
Oh rain you art so fair.
Like locks of falling hair.
Upon the shoulder of the world.
To remind us of your beauty.
As the rainbow she unfurls.
And beckons forth a rarity of new.
Once sky’s of grey but now of blue.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 11th, 2025 07:14
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Comments3
Rain poems are the best. And this one brings that feel of the touch of rain's fingers - hair plastering and beaded drops surfing our face. 🙏🏻🕊️
Lol. Thanks.
Most welcome tee-hee 🙏🏻🕊️😄
A truly beautiful poem of life, regeneration, cleansing and how that lifegiving substance falls from heaven. A poem of peace and a brighter sky. Loved it
The magic and power of nature's liquid food, enjoyed the read
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