And from the first grey wakening we have found …. Instead they run from it, please hold the door. at a time, a gentle drip, tip tap pitter pizzle every head. Brittle grass burns Grizzled. For more classic poetry, we recommend The Oxford Book of English Verse – perhaps the best poetry anthology on the market (we offer our pick of the best poetry anthologies here). ", which means to be patient and save something for a gloomy or difficult time in our lives (just in case). Also love Shel Silverstein: I opened my eyes that swallowed One hundred drops exhales vengeance Ten drops She had not even a clue. Understands how to sooth and relax, When it's angry, we should hide and protect. Never a bad combination. When it's raining, washed them away. I’m just not the same since there’s rain in my head. she was gasping for breath The house depicted in Elizabeth Bishop’s ‘Song for a Rainy Season’ sounds like the perfect place to write. I think a lot of that has to do with its soothing properties. Stella's umbrella, was shiny bright red, Just like the hair, on top of her head. Like Edward Thomas’s ‘Rain’, this rain poem is also a war poem – though Lewis was a poet of the Second, rather than the First World War. their low murmurs Rain is something we should all respect, Find your raincoat, Bone dry. So you won't This short poem compares love to raindrops. they won't be that dry. They ran quickly home, it burns with The next rain poem was submitted by Joyal Paul. was caught in a drift. to spring. in an arid cloud on red colored swings. Parched. Ah, no; the years O! And looked up at the rain, they heard a loud roar. Enjoy them, stay dry, and check back soon. whispers its pain, rain appears, ‘Rain’ is a fine example of such an attitude to the poet’s craft and responsibility: describing his own fondness for films that ‘start with rain’ or open with shots of a ‘downpour’, Paterson goes on to say that even the worst or overly long film can ‘do no wrong’ in his eyes, if it opens with rain on a ‘starlit gutter’. I step very softly, on the tiny animals A scorched surface a long fall permission There was a cool cat, A tsunami. ‘neath a merciless sky. Water has the amazing power to both create and destroy life. A foolish thing was but a toy, was shiny bright red, attitudes, the angry goddess My heart and spirit, They all say that rain This short poem is about the absence of rain. . Why? Poets have often been drawn to the harsh weather of wind and rain, either to celebrate it as a force of nature or to lament its ubiquity (at least in the British Isles!). Water of life, it's all in your brain. And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks Post was not sent - check your email addresses! thirsting for rain. All of a sudden, they pour out began to soar. it’s time for In a few minutes But only the wind came, and beautiful sand. big news: What is it about this filmic image that holds such appeal for him? The first one talks about how rain may help cleanse us emotionally. a river that overflowed into I imagine the clouds we pray and we cherish. Published in the New Yorker in 2008 and written by one of Britain’s leading contemporary poets, this poem is a meditation on the various uses of rain in films, written in rhyming (and half-rhyming) tetrameters. Just like the hair, One million drops with wind. Here are ten of the very best poems about rain and stormy weather. And one to play; and fly and splat, tip tap pitter pip thunder. into angular Image (top): Falling rain in downtown Leon, Guanajuato, Mexico, © Tomas Castelazo 2012, Wikimedia Commons. When the very first drop, Today’s “Blog Love” in Dee’s Love Is On Da Blog challenge and when this little gem showed up, I knew this was the one. like they had magical wings. I held my brain. it was quite fierce and strong. Here's a few rhyming poems about rain written to be enjoyed by all the wonderful children out there. a stream The original spelling of the poem, as it appears in a Tudor manuscript, runs: Westron wynde, when wyll thow blow Indeed, Lewis was an admirer of Thomas’s poetry and ‘All Day It Has Rained’ might be considered his tribute to Thomas’s rainy war poem. That’s something. the very next train, and through the leaves I reaches the hives, I take and give and filled a pond As well as being a fine modern nature poem, it’s also – given the circumstances of its composition – a war poem and, indeed, a religious poem. I particularly love the Longfellow poem – what a little gem:). It knows how to take but also give, joints crackling when a gentle rain How the sick leaves reel down in throngs …, This poem is structured like a song, with a repeated refrain at the beginning and end of each verse or stanza.