Rain Poems
The Law
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The sun may be clouded, yet ever the sun
Will sweep on its course till the cycle is run.
And when onto chaos the systems are hurled,
Again shall the Builder reshape a new world.
Your path may be clouded, uncertain your goal;
Move on, for the orbit is fixed for your soul.
And though it may lead into darkness of night,
The torch of the Builder shall give you new light.
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Leaves Of Grass. A Carol Of Harvest For 1867
by Walt Whitman
A SONG of the good green grass!
A song no more of the city streets;
A song of farms--a song of the soil of fields.
A song with the smell of sun-dried hay, where the nimble pitchers
handle the pitch-fork;
A song tasting of new wheat, and of fresh-husk'd maize.
For the lands, and for these passionate days, and for myself,
Now I awhile return to thee, O soil of Autumn fields,
Reclining on thy breast, giving myself to thee,
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Come Up From The Fields, Father
by Walt Whitman
Come up from the fields, father, here's a letter from our Pete;
And come to the front door, mother-here's a letter from thy dear
son.
Lo, 'tis autumn;
Lo, where the trees, deeper green, yellower and redder,
Cool and sweeten Ohio's villages, with leaves fluttering in the
moderate wind;
Where apples ripe in the orchards hang, and grapes on the trellis'd
vines;
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Brave New World
by Robert William Service
One spoke: "Come, let us gaily go
With laughter, love and lust,
Since in a century or so
We'll all be boneyard dust.
When unborn shadows hold the screen,
(Our betters, I'll allow)
'Twill be as if we'd never been,
A hundred years from now.
When we have played life's lively game
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A Ballad Of Ducks
by Banjo Paterson
The railway rattled and roared and swung
With jolting and bumping trucks.
The sun, like a billiard red ball, hung
In the Western sky: and the tireless tongue
Of the wild-eyed man in the corner told
This terrible tale of the days of old,
And the party that ought to have kept the ducks.
"Well, it ain't all joy bein' on the land
With an overdraft that'd knock you flat;
And the rabbits have pretty well took command;
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Rainy Days
by Mario Odekerken
Rain slips through the morning light,
whispers against leaves and glass.
The sky hangs low,heavy with thought,
and streets shine with quiet reflection.
Inside,the air is still,
a warm mug between steady hands.
Books open like old friends,
and the day unfolds
without needing to arrive.
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"Septemberregen"
by Mario Odekerken
Septemberregen valt zacht,
niet warm,niet koud,
alleen de stilte van tijd
die uit de lucht glijdt.
De bomen zwijgen,
ze kennen deze aanraking.
Een stilte hangt over de velden,
het licht buigt vroeg,
en de aarde begint te vergeten
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September Rain 02
by Mario Odekerken
September rain drifts down,
neither warm nor cold,
just the weight of time
slippng from the sky.
The trees do not protest,
they've known this touch before.
A quiet gathers in the fields,
where light bends early,
and the earth begins to forget
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Septemberregen
by Mario Odekerken
Septemberregen fällt leise,
nicht warm,nicht kalt,
nur die Stille der Zeit,
die aus dem Himmel sinkt.
Die Bäume schweigen,
sie kennen diese Berührung.
Stille liegt über den Feldern,
das Licht neigt sich früh,
und die Erde beginnt zu vergessen,
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September Rain
by Mario Odekerken
September rain falls
soft on fading leaves,
a hush between seasons,
where summer exhales
and autumn begins to listen.
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Conrad Potter Aiken (32 poems about Rain)
Conrad Aiken] (5 August 1889 – 17 August 1973 / Savannah, Georgia -
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Edna St. Vincent Millay (21 poems about Rain)
22 February 1892 – 19 October 1950 / Rockland / Maine / United States -
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