give a poem about "RAIN "
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WHEN WILL YOU….
As I gaze at the sky when it rains
As Blood flows through my veins
I wonder what makes life so auspicious
inspite of the whole world being so malicious
My dear rain…As you pour down with all your might
When will you come to me as my guiding light??
When will you wash my heart ??
When will you quench my thirst ??
When will you show me something thats unrehearsed ??
I protect myself when you arrive….
in my desire to survive….
but that does that mean I dont love you???
does that mean I despise you???
Once you leave , the sun will shine
leaving behind your marks which is way too divine..
Your tears and pure and plain..
Mine are salty and filled with pain….
When will you immerse mine in yours ???
When will you guide me with your sail and take me to the shores ???
As I gaze at the sky when it rains
As Blood flows through my veins
I wonder what makes life so auspicious
inspite of the whole world being so malicious
My dear rain…As you pour down with all your might
When will you come to me as my guiding light??
When will you wash my heart ??
When will you quench my thirst ??
When will you show me something thats unrehearsed ??
I protect myself when you arrive….
in my desire to survive….
but that does that mean I dont love you???
does that mean I despise you???
Once you leave , the sun will shine
leaving behind your marks which is way too divine..
Your tears and pure and plain..
Mine are salty and filled with pain….
When will you immerse mine in yours ???
When will you guide me with your sail and take me to the shores ???
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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.
other poem on RAIN
Rain touches the lonely
when the language of rain
is in need of
translation.
when the parallel lines
have
crossed.
when observing the time
by the pizza boxes
arching
toward
a ceiling fan.
when pages of
stories are skipped
to the end unread.
rain touches the lonely,
rain is weaving
the hearts
with dreams.
rain colors the lonely
arching in color
touching the sky.
droplets of water
through your window glass
tapping of comfort
of watering eyes
RAIN
i wish
i were as brave as the rain
because
they are not afraid to
fall
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