English poems and stories related to rain
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POEMS
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.
Rain
Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain
On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me
Remembering again that I shall die
And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks
For washing me cleaner than I have been
Since I was born into this solitude.
Blessed are the dead that the rain rains upon:
But here I pray that none whom once I loved
Is dying to-night or lying still awake
Solitary, listening to the rain,
Either in pain or thus in sympathy
Helpless among the living and the dead,
Like a cold water among broken reeds,
Myriads of broken reeds all still and stiff,
Like me who have no love which this wild rain
Has not dissolved except the love of death,
If love it be towards what is perfect and
Cannot, the tempest tells me, disappoint.
by Edward Thomas
Before summer rain
Suddenly, from all the green around you,
something-you don't know what-has disappeared;
you feel it creeping closer to the window,
in total silence. From the nearby wood
you hear the urgent whistling of a plover,
reminding you of someone's Saint Jerome:
so much solitude and passion come
from that one voice, whose fierce request the downpour
will grant. The walls, with their ancient portraits, glide
away from us, cautiously, as though
they weren't supposed to hear what we are saying.
And reflected on the faded tapestries now;
the chill, uncertain sunlight of those long
childhood hours when you were so afraid.
by Rainer Maria Rilke
STORIES
When it rained,It rained heavily
For all Hari could remember was that once he hated rain and now when he was looking at the raining weather through the hospital window he could feel how unfortunate he was to hate the rain.
This raining weather made a fast transition and took Hari to some fifty years back.
The weather was stormy and it was raining. A small child who was around 9 years old was running back to his home because he hated the rain.
He went to his room staright away and chnged his wet clothes. He then came back to the hall and was waiting for the rain to stop.
“I just hate this rain”
“Why?” asked his mother.
“Because I don’t like it and see how it’s stoping me to go out”
“It’s not stopping you. You can go even now.”
The child did not reply back. May be because he knew that his mother was right or may be because he did not wanted to have an arguement.
After half hour of waiting the rain stopped. The child bid adieu to his mother and went away.
He reached the top most mountain of his village. There was a Shiv temple too. A small girl of his age was sitting at the steps of the temple. She was playing with small pebbles. She saw him and rushed to him.
“Where were you? I was waiting for you. You know it rained. It was so beautiful”
“I hate rain.”
“You are such a cruel person”
“How I can be cruel if i don’t like rain?”
“Leave it. Lets play”
They were playing some kiddy-games. Again the waether turned stormy me and clouds were in full mood to rain. The boy rushed back down the hills and the girl too escorted him.
They reached their house.
This continued forever; till the time the girl was alive.
“I pray that this rain never comes”
“No You should not speak like this Hari, if it does not rain water problems can occur. It’s not good.”
But God did hear Hari’s prayers and once it stopped rain. His village was under the curse of drought. Not a single drop of water.
“Look Hari God answered your prayer. You wanted that it should not rain. Your wish granted.”
Her health was frail now. She was dying. All this happened because of drought.
“Look Hari, now I am going to God and I’ll ask him to pour water from above.”
“Plese don’t say this. All this happened because of me. I promise I would never say like this again and you will also be alright.”
But she died.
Hari suffered severe deppression. He lost his only chilhood friend. His best friend. His secret love and now he is in mental asylum because he feels that she is with him even now and every time when it rains she is sending her love to him and she is crying up there because she too is missing him.
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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.
Rain
Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain
On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me
Remembering again that I shall die
And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks
For washing me cleaner than I have been
Since I was born into this solitude.
Blessed are the dead that the rain rains upon:
But here I pray that none whom once I loved
Is dying to-night or lying still awake
Solitary, listening to the rain,
Either in pain or thus in sympathy
Helpless among the living and the dead,
Like a cold water among broken reeds,
Myriads of broken reeds all still and stiff,
Like me who have no love which this wild rain
Has not dissolved except the love of death,
If love it be towards what is perfect and
Cannot, the tempest tells me, disappoint.
by Edward Thomas
Before summer rain
Suddenly, from all the green around you,
something-you don't know what-has disappeared;
you feel it creeping closer to the window,
in total silence. From the nearby wood
you hear the urgent whistling of a plover,
reminding you of someone's Saint Jerome:
so much solitude and passion come
from that one voice, whose fierce request the downpour
will grant. The walls, with their ancient portraits, glide
away from us, cautiously, as though
they weren't supposed to hear what we are saying.
And reflected on the faded tapestries now;
the chill, uncertain sunlight of those long
childhood hours when you were so afraid.
by Rainer Maria Rilke
STORIES
When it rained,It rained heavily
For all Hari could remember was that once he hated rain and now when he was looking at the raining weather through the hospital window he could feel how unfortunate he was to hate the rain.
This raining weather made a fast transition and took Hari to some fifty years back.
The weather was stormy and it was raining. A small child who was around 9 years old was running back to his home because he hated the rain.
He went to his room staright away and chnged his wet clothes. He then came back to the hall and was waiting for the rain to stop.
“I just hate this rain”
“Why?” asked his mother.
“Because I don’t like it and see how it’s stoping me to go out”
“It’s not stopping you. You can go even now.”
The child did not reply back. May be because he knew that his mother was right or may be because he did not wanted to have an arguement.
After half hour of waiting the rain stopped. The child bid adieu to his mother and went away.
He reached the top most mountain of his village. There was a Shiv temple too. A small girl of his age was sitting at the steps of the temple. She was playing with small pebbles. She saw him and rushed to him.
“Where were you? I was waiting for you. You know it rained. It was so beautiful”
“I hate rain.”
“You are such a cruel person”
“How I can be cruel if i don’t like rain?”
“Leave it. Lets play”
They were playing some kiddy-games. Again the waether turned stormy me and clouds were in full mood to rain. The boy rushed back down the hills and the girl too escorted him.
They reached their house.
This continued forever; till the time the girl was alive.
“I pray that this rain never comes”
“No You should not speak like this Hari, if it does not rain water problems can occur. It’s not good.”
But God did hear Hari’s prayers and once it stopped rain. His village was under the curse of drought. Not a single drop of water.
“Look Hari God answered your prayer. You wanted that it should not rain. Your wish granted.”
Her health was frail now. She was dying. All this happened because of drought.
“Look Hari, now I am going to God and I’ll ask him to pour water from above.”
“Plese don’t say this. All this happened because of me. I promise I would never say like this again and you will also be alright.”
But she died.
Hari suffered severe deppression. He lost his only chilhood friend. His best friend. His secret love and now he is in mental asylum because he feels that she is with him even now and every time when it rains she is sending her love to him and she is crying up there because she too is missing him.
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