Rain
'A Line-storm Song' by Robert Frost
'A Line-storm Song'
The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift,
The road is forlorn all day,
Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift,
And the hoof-prints vanish away.
The roadside flowers, too wet for the bee,
Expend their bloom in vain.
Come over the hills and far with me,
And be my love in the rain.
- Robert Frost
'Rainy Nights' by Irene Thompson
When everything is wet –
When all the town has magic lights
And streets of shining jet!
When all the rain about the town
Is like a looking-glass,
And all the lights are upside-down
Below me as I pass.
'Rainstorm' by Erin Hanson
To send your voice throughout the night,
To sing your song with falling raindrops,
To break the darkness with your light,
You were born to show raw beauty,
To wash the dirt from their eyes,
'Rain' by Don Paterson
rain, braiding a windowpane
or darkening a hung-out dress
or streaming down her upturned face;
one long thundering downpour
right through the empty script and score
before the act, before the blame,
before the lens pulls through the frame
'Summer Shower' by Emily Dickinson
Another – on the Roof –
A Half a Dozen kissed the Eaves –
And made the Gables laugh –
A few went out to help the Brook,
That went to help the Sea –
Myself Conjectured were they Pearls –
What Necklaces could be –
'The Rainy Day' by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Before the Rain by Thomas Bailey Aldrich
We knew it would rain, for all the morn,
A spirit on slender ropes of mist
Was lowering its golden buckets down
Into the vapory amethyst
'Scatterbrain' by Lang Leav
is a little like,
the patter of rain.
Neither here,
nor there,
but everywhere.”
'breathable creativity' by Terence George Craddock
i love de rain
rain cleans dust
from tired air
charges flat lined
polluted air space
swift rain cleaned
with vibrant
negative ions
rain inspires
breathable creativity
'How Beautiful is the Rain' by William Wordsworth
After the dust and heat,
In the broad and fiery street,
In the narrow lane,
How beautiful is the rain!
How it clatters along the roofs,
Like the tramp of hoofs
How it gushes and struggles out
From the throat of the overflowing spout!
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