Best Rainshower Poems

Drizzling dazzling
like splinters of diamond
Shards of crystal
or  liquidized glass!
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My hero
oh my hero

I propose to you a body bleached, a body
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Fact Or No Fact?

the storm is behind,
the next storm is weaker than expected
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Had all things become
Covered in this sticky red mud
Dark gruel clinging to every axle
Hanging from bowclips and cartboards and saddlestraps
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Two months of winter have passed.
Air temperature is rising and rains are falling.
Strong winds weave the strings of falling rains.
Heavy rain drops keep pouring down fast
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The very first moment I saw you,
was also the saddest last hour

you went to your house during the rainstorm
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A most unusual flower,
of colours, oh so bright.
A tropical rainshower,
an early morning flight.
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When my body can't take it anymore
I go into the closet- not to pray, but to worship;
I kiss the complacent coat hangers there, orderly on their metallic racks,
My lips on smooth plastic; eyes closed,
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Taken for granted,
A cloud by a day;
Rainbow by rainshower;
April by May.
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Be it from the most majestically compassionate palaces of glittering gold; or be it from the most acrimoniously impoverished streets; which hissed nothing else but asphyxiating poverty and treacherous dust the entire day,

Be it from the most opulently sensuous skies pregnant with rhapsodic rain; or be it from the most hedonistically torturous den of brutal scorpions; which spurted vindictive venom all night and day,
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Eye to Eye; and there perpetually evolves; an unassailably glorious fabric of divinely mesmerizing and beautifully unprejudiced; empathy,

Ear to Ear; and there perpetually evolves, a sky of fantastically unparalleled and ecstatically astounding; sensitivity,
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For the ravishingly undulating and fathomless oceans; a majestically gliding shark a day; keeps the doctor forever away,

For the swelteringly impoverished and blistering deserts; a gloriously rejuvenating rainshower a day; keeps the doctor forever away,
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She is a mystery,
A riddle to be solved,
A river that flows with grace,
A story waiting to be told.
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The incessant calls
The soundless screams
The pleading of extremely urgent
Practical matters ignored
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Had all things become
Covered in this sticky red mud
Dark gruel clinging to every axle
Hanging from bowclips and cartboards and saddlestraps
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