See all the shining rooftops glistening
While to these raindrops we are listening
For pitter – patter as they splash their way
Across our window panes so grim and gray.
Tis one more wet and windy springtime rain
That’s come today to visit all again
Oh dancing sprinkles will you help us grow
A harvest crop we can be proud to show ?
The day is grim, the sky is gray
I wish the clouds would roll away
They are so dark and ominous
Predicting rain will pour on us
I cannot wait until the sun
Shines once again on everyone !
The rain just keeps on pouring down
There’s ne’er a dry spot left in town
The water’s rising at my feet
And flowing wild o’er every street.
The curbs are covered, sidewalks too
What else is there that we can do
Oh, such a mess that’s facing me
I feel as though I’m lost asea.
Please don’t complain about the wet
There’s too much water to forget
I wonder if old Noah knew
That job God gave to him to do ?
The dampness seeps inside the glass
And seems to weep along the pane
A labyrinth of life’s morass
Attacking all, again, again.
Oh would that we might rule the path
And currents that control the Main
With the power like our God hath
To teach some manners to the rain !
I see the mist of morning glide
Across the window pane outside
It’s frosty glaze has slipt away
To seek another hideaway
Her tiny pellets drift about
They look to scout some other route
I wonder what each journey finds
As through our lives the raindrops wind !
How often I have wished that I
Could spread my wings and learn to fly
O’er mountain peaks there rising high
Across the meadows whisking by
The waters stretched to touch the sky
While gravity on earth denies.
Along the ridges wide and dry
Where eaglets nest and flight imply
I hear the mighty oceans sigh
And whisper to this world goodbye !
GOD BLESS HIS WORLD !
Oh how I love to hear the rain
It helps me feel so whole again
And when raindrops splash on my face
I think I could win any race.
I’m sure it’s best when all is mist
You feel as though you’re being kissed
Caressed by unseen angels there
Who show us each how much they care.
The rain is like the precious touch
Of all that’s gone we miss so much
I wish that I might just reach out
To give a hug, a squeeze, a shout,
Most rain reminds me what I’ve lost
My Lord You know the price it cost !
I’m trying hard to help explain
About the weather and the rain
It seems that moisture from the sea
Is gathered up to shower me.
Most of the fluffy clouds that float
Above my head, land, sea or moat
Are full of water to the brim
That sometimes splashes o’er the rim.
So when those clouds grow ever dark
And cannot find a thirsty park
They open up where e’er they’re at
And flush their cache lick-et-y-splat !
God’s music plays, I hear the sound
Reverberating all around
The rustling of the varied trees
With branches swaying in the breeze,
While birds o’erhead with fluted tone
Keep warning us this is their zone
The insects add their special hum
That covers the entire spectrum.
The ocean’s rush, the thunder’s clash
The drip, drip with each puddle’s splash
These are the notes that we all hear
God’s symphony sweet on the ear !
The rain it falls upon the ground
With rivers rising all around
Tree branches laden bend and moan
The body aches and muscles groan.
Torrential rain makes hearing hard
As flooded steeets and muddy yard
Make navigation extra rough
And keeping dry a task quite tough.
What would we be without the rain
Perhaps some desert near Bahrain
Or great Gobi in China’s west
Let’s all agree to keep the best !
I had a dream the other night
And woke from slumber with a fright
The late air whined it seemed to say
A storm is due some time today.
The wind rushed through the limbs of trees
And shuddered quickly in the breeze
The darkened clouds did hesitate
While all about were in a state
There in the gloom one ray of light
Did pierce the sky and caught my sight,
Perhaps the storm may change its mind
Now wouldn’t that be super fine ?
Can you imagine how the wind sounds rushing round the bend
Just as though it’s crashing into crystal waves at the end
Don’t you love the pelting beat as the droplets hit the ground
Mid the crushing band of gusts, winds that echo and resound ?
All the noises nature makes with her choral of display
Leaving remnants on the ground, puddles in which children play.
Thus the season slithers by leaving us with quite a mess
But a treasure gladly found, it’s been fun we must confess !
I took a long walk in the rain today
Thanking my God as I trudged on the way
Wet feet and all splattered in falling leaves
Dodging the wind as it blew through the trees
The one thing I found that was a surprise
It lifted my heart brought tears to my eyes
Was a pair of mourning doves side by side
Feeding together as if they were tied
Skipping in tandem like steps of a dance
Across sodden grass to capture my glance
And I thought God knows best how to show love
Even when it’s in the heart of a dove.
There are no words to help explain
My God, how I do love the rain.
These feelings that surge deep within
Which from the depths inside begin
Are tonic to my ailing verve
And power grant these gods I serve.
The thought occurs often tragic
That life slips by without magic.
Grubbing bird, hungry chick rejoice
While mist and I till dawn converse.
I could not live in climate dry
With nought to hide the fears I spy,
Impatient thoughts laced with chagrin
That weigh the scope of origin.
This rain that falls in rhythmic beat
Upon each valley, hill and street
And every other breathing thing
Elate that sweet refreshment bring.
Gone the fit of winter rigor
Greet the sudden rainfall’s vigor
Pause while earth accepts the blessing
Needing drink with grace caressing.
To each and every dying thought
Since man to life has hoping brought,
Neglected aims, now wilted grown
Feel with the rain, excitement known
Shall store away resentment’s girth
Believe that time may force rebirth
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Claire V. Bogdanos 