...I looked in the window, wanting to stay - it rained, yet I remained...because you were so lovely...
John Geddes...with you, I find peace from pain - You are gentle and healing like the landscape—like rain...
John GeddesTag: love peace rain healing gentleness
...I prefer rain -sometimes I feel sunlight will turn me to stone - perhaps I'm a Troll...
John GeddesTag: rain stone trolls sunlight self-esteen
She felt a tightness in her chest and sent for Dr Simcox.
'What's the trouble?'
'Look out there, that's the trouble! It's so green and quiet and it's always bloody raining.'
'That's England, Mrs Mallard-Greene. I'm afraid there's no known cure for it.
I wish that life could be carefree, sunny, never cloudy- But you said that I would be in Your arms when things get crazy- so when the storm doesn't go away- I have decided to sing in the rain.
Moriah PetersTag: rain singing storms singing-in-the-rain
As ofttimes as it rains on my little spot of earth, you'd think I'd grow accustomed to the gloom.
Richelle E. GoodrichTag: melancholy rain despair sorrow depression unhappiness richelle gloom richelle-goodrich
Holding up an oil-paper umbrella,
I loiter aimlessly in the long, long
And lonely rainy alley,
I hope to encounter
A lilac-like girl
Nursing her resentment
A lilac-like color she has
A lilac-like fragrance,
A lilac-like sadness,
Melancholy in the rain,
Sorrowful and uncertain;
She loiters aimlessly in this lonely rainy alley
Holding up an oil-paper umbrella
Just like me
And just like me
Walks silently,
Apathetic, sad and disconsolate
Silently she moves closer
Moves closer and casts
A sigh-like glance
She glides by
Like a dream
Hazy and confused like a dream
As in a dream she glides past
Like a lilac spray,
This girl glides past beside me;
She silently moves away, moves away
Up to the broken-down bamboo fence,
To the end of the rainy alley.
In the rains sad song,
Her color vanishes
Her fragrance diffuses,
Even her
Sigh-like glance,
Lilac-like discontent
Vanish.
Holding up an oil-paper umbrella, alone
Aimlessly walking in the long, long
And lonely rainy alley,
I wish for
A lilac-like girl
Nursing her resentment glide by.
Tag: rain poem lilac umbrella rain-alley
Moisture falls from the sky, cleansing the world and sustaining precious life. But it's the gloom—the cold, dark air—that receives notice. We fail to see the miracle of raindrops through our own tears.
Richelle E. GoodrichTag: rain sadness despair tears depression misery ingratitude richelle discouragement richelle-goodrich
What an ambiance, and such a pity I'm alone: Candles giving off their glow, gusts of wind and the light tapping of rain on the windowpane - a massage for the mind. And a comforting one, too.
Donna Lynn HopeThe summer sun was not meant for boys like me. Boys like me belonged to the rain.
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