A Bit of Summer Rain/ 4 Rainy Poems

It has been raining a bit around here, the gentle, cool, rain of late summer, a lot like spring. The season is shifting. The light is retreating in little backward steps to the tip-toe encroachment of shadows, the same dance, back and forth. I am back at my old job and in peoples homes visiting families. The rain tells me that soon I will be in a classroom trying to make sense of new voices. So here are some rain poems. Some of them are spring poems but it is the rain I am talking about today.

“April Rain Song”


Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing you a lullaby
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk
The rain makes running pools in the gutter
The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night
And I love the rain.
Langston Hughes, The Dream Keeper


The Spring Storm

The sky has given over
its bitterness.
Out of the dark change
all day long
rain falls and falls
as if it would never end.
Still the snow keeps
its hold on the ground.
But water, water
from a thousand runnels!
It collects swiftly,
dappled with black
cuts a way for itself
through green ice in the gutters.
Drop after drop it falls
from the withered grass-stems
of the overhanging embankment.

William Carlos Williams

Rain

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.

Shel Silverstein

Last Night the Rain Spoke to Me

Last night
the rain
spoke to me
slowly, saying,
what joy
to come falling
out of the brisk cloud,
to be happy again
in a new way
on the earth!
That’s what it said
as it dropped,
smelling of iron,
and vanished
like a dream of the ocean
into the branches
and the grass below.
Then it was over.
The sky cleared.
I was standing
under a tree.
The tree was a tree
with happy leaves,
and I was myself,
and there were stars in the sky
that were also themselves
at the moment
at which moment
my right hand
was holding my left hand
which was holding the tree
which was filled with stars
and the soft rain –
imagine! imagine!
the long and wondrous journeys
still to be ours.

Mary Oliver


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2 Responses to A Bit of Summer Rain/ 4 Rainy Poems

  1. suburbanlife says:

    Thank you for these blessings of rain poetry. G

  2. randomyriad says:

    I am thinking the rain is nice now. But ask me how I feel in a couple of months, and you will probably get a different answer.

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