A Thunderstorm in Town
She wore a 'terra-cotta' dress,
And we stayed, because of the pelting storm,
Within the hansom's dry recess,
Though the horse had stopped; yea, motionless
We sat on, snug and warm.
Then the downpour ceased, to my sharp sad pain,
And the glass that had screened our forms before
Flew up, and out she sprang to her door:
I should have kissed her if the rain
Had lasted a minute more.
poem by Thomas Hardy
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Crying In Your Wedding Dress
The roads always run wet this time of year
Not with rain - with tears
Crying in your wedding dress
Tearing your hair out
The park was always freezing-over around now
Not with winter - with the pain
Of pulling off your ring
Screaming your lungs out
You wore that dress for 16 hours
You wore it too long
You wore it when you arrived
And you wore it when you woke up
I wore my invisible jacket
My invisible trousers
My invisible smile
All day
On our wedding day
The prototype for this event
The blueprint of this heart-ache
Is sketched so deeply in my mind
There was no other way it could be
On our wedding day
I was walking, drunk, stumbling
You were crying in your wedding dress
I was gone, I was never really there
You were crying in your wedding dress
I was broke for any feeling
You were broke for any hope
Crying in your wedding dress
On our wedding day
(2008)
poem by B. Alexander
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On The Porch
As I lie roofed in, screened in,
From the pattering rain,
The summer rain—
As I lie
Snug and dry,
And hear the birds complain:
Oh, billow on billow,
Oh, roar on roar,
Over me wash
The seas of war.
Over me—down—down—
Lunges and plunges
The huge gun with its one blind eye,
The armored train,
And, swooping out of the sky,
The aeroplane.
Down—down—
The army proudly swinging
Under gay flags,
The glorious dead heaped up like rags,
A church with bronze bells ringing,
A city all towers,
Gardens of lovers and flowers,
The round world swinging
In the light of the sun:
All broken, undone,
All down—under
Black surges of thunder …
Oh, billow on billow
Oh, roar on roar,
Over me wash
The seas of war …
As I lie roofed in, screened in,
From the pattering rain,
The summer rain—
As I lie
Snug and dry,
And hear the birds complain.
poem by Harriet Monroe
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What is a Horse?
What is a horse?
A horse has eyes as dainty as a mink.
The grace is interrupted merely by a blink.
A horse is beauty.
What is a horse?
A horse is a tree in a storm that never goes down.
A horse is a weathered rock that stays around.
A horse is ancient.
What is a horse?
A horse waltzes like breeze over rivers.
She curvets and leaps like rain shivers.
A horse is a marionette.
What is a horse?
A horse is determination, that never stops flowing.
A horse is fondness, that never stops growing.
A horse is poetic power.
poem by Lily Whittaker
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Paper Rain
From miles above
poured the paper rain
Flooding the streets
whiteing out the clear September day
peoples thoughts floated from the hell fire
like paper rain
First like a mist
then like a monsoon
the paper rain spread across the city
engulfing the running masses below
in a hurricane of paper rain
When the storm stopped
and the clouds of fire ceased
millons of unread words litter the streets
like a sea
of paper rain
Swept into the gutters
went the thoughts of the dead
the paper rain gone
Until the next unpredicted storm arises
and the heavens pour down peoples sorrows
ON PAPER RAIN
GOD BLESS ALL THE VICTIMS AND THERE FAMILYS
OF THE SEPTEMBER 11 TRAGEDY
poem by Vincent Armone
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Thank God I Kissed You
Written by lauren christy/graham edwards/scott spock/ronan keating
Uh uh high yeah
Da na na na na
Ah ha yeah
Yeah
Yeah its 4 am and the earth stands still
The citys took a sleeping pill
But Im awake and lying next to you yeah
So its 4 am and I breathe you in
And old familiar thoughts begin
Id hate to think without what Id do (ohhhhh)
Well I could have turned left
And you could have turned right
I could have stayed at home that night
And you you might have never caught that train, for the rain
Well if you hadnt smiled and if I hadnt asked
We could have been two ships that passed
And I might have never known your name
Thank God I kissed you, that I kissed you
Was it all just chance
Was it meant to be
Was it in the stars for you and me
Theres a million doors, but just one key ohhh oh oh
It can take one touch
It can take one look
Well our whole lifes a storybook
And we are just fulfilling destiny
Ohhhhhhh
Well I could have turned left
And you could have turned right
I could have stayed at home that night
And you you might have never caught that train, for the rain
Well if you hadnt smiled and if I hadnt asked
We could have been two ships that passed
And I might have never known your name
Thank God I kissed you, that I kissed you
Thank God I kissed you
That I touched you
That I met you, now I love you
Well Im hooked on you and without you Im insane
Well I could have turned left
And you could have turned right
I could have stayed at home that night
And you you might have never caught that train, for the rain
Well if you hadnt smiled and if I hadnt asked
We could have been two ships that passed
And I might have never known your name
And thank God I kissed you
Thank God I kissed you
Thank God I kissed you
Cause I could have missed you
Thank God that I kissed you
That I touched you
That I met you , now I love you
Thank God I kissed you
Thank God I kissed you yeah
song performed by by Ronan Keating
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Red Rain
Red rain is coming down
Red rain
Red rain is pouring down
Pouring down all over me
I am standing up at the waters edge in my dream
I cannot make a single sound as you scream
It cant be that cold, the ground is still warm to touch
This place is so quiet, sensing that storm
Red rain is coming down
Red rain
Red rain is pouring down
Pouring down all over me
Well Ive seen them buried in a sheltered place in this town
They tell you that this rain can sting, and look down
There is no blood around see no sign of pain
Hay ay ay no pain
Seeing no red at all, see no rain
Red rain is coming down
Red rain
Red rain is pouring down
Pouring down all over me
Red rain-
Putting the pressure on much harder now
To return again and again
Just let the red rain splash you
Let the rain fall on your skin
I come to you defences down
With the trust of a child
Red rain is coming down
Red rain
Red rain is pouring down
Pouring down all over me
And I cant watch any more
No more denial
Its so hard to lay down in all of this
Red rain is coming down
Red rain is pouring down
Red rain is coming down all over me
I see it
Red rain is coming down
Red rain is pouring down
Red rain is coming down all over me
Im bathing in it
Red rain coming down
Red rain is coming down
Red rain is coming down all over me
Im begging you
Red rain coming down
Red rain coming down
Red rain coming down
Red rain coming down
Over me in the red red sea
Over me
Over me
Red rain
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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It Sure Was
They said, "what do you think you would do
If she told you that she'd been untrue?"
I'd say, "i won't say i won't be sorry, no.
It sure was love while it lasted."
They said, "how will you feel deep inside
When the love you believed in has died?"
I ain't sayin' it won't hurt me
It sure was love while it lasted
I'll be livin off of the good times
That you've given me to face
I have had my share of the sunshine
I can stand a little rain.
So we don't give a damn what they say
We've go something they can't take away
'cause whatever comes tomorrow
It sure was love while it lasted
It sure was good while it lasted
It sure was love while it lasted.
song performed by by Kris Kristofferson
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Paranoia
When the rain falls hard, I see, I see,
Not too far before my eyes
Further behind me
Everyone is talking; I have disappeared
As the elevator doors slide shut,
Silently, unobtrusively, and
Without justifiable warning
Above the sound of the percussion of the spattering deluge
As tap dancers upon a tin roof,
Or before me
I witness through the pouring rain
Appearing as some corrugated transparency
Round shouldered, hunchbacked septuagenarians
Analyzing my thoughts, as written behind my eyes,
Some sort of literature,
Perhaps a mystery novel
Indecipherable?
Through the drumming of the raindrops’ symphony
I can still hear them talking,
As I walk around the corner, and hardly passed the second door
In the corridor,
Out of their line of vision, to them
I am no longer present- yet- They are still talking,
Their conniving expressions, I regard.
In all of this moment of disharmony
this moment of cacophony, arrested:
The downpour has suddenly ceased.
For just a split second, quiet rules.
I could be the last person alive on this planet.
My thoughts are contained inside of a safe,
Locked and keyed, A calm before the storm,
The pulsation of the heavy rain has resumed,
Tap dancers upon a tin roof,
Everybody is talking again,
They have taken the key, and
Unlocked that box, inside of which is that mystery novel.
Nosy old women donning rain bonnets
In shelter from the storm
Huddle around to read.
But I take no heed, as I laugh, much less aloud for
In my fondest dreams, I am the last person alive on this planet…
poem by Claudia Krizay
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A Storm
Look out of the window.
The nature seems to have turned into a mirror of my mind.
The clouds have taken over the sky.
They are like the disturbing thoughts of my mind,
Want to burst out in pain.
As it gets a shape of a thundering storm,
The downpour is not just rain, my dear,
But, my tears.
It may cool down the earth,
Not sure, if my mind.
poem by Kingshuk Chakraborty
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Summer Rain Came Suddenly
Summer rain came suddenly
and you and she
had just got off the school bus
and had to run for shelter
and so entered the wood
and settled beneath some trees
which at least kept off
some of the rain
and as you both stood there
looking about the woodland
and listening to the rain
fighting its way through
the overhead branches and leaves
smelling the rain smell
hearing the sound
of rain falling
she said suddenly
That was unexpected
one minute the sun's shining
the next the downpour
and she turned
and looked at you
raindrops falling down
from her hair onto
the side of her nose
and sitting there
for a few moments
then sliding down
and moving along
her cheek
and you wiped
the drops off
with the end of your finger
and she took your finger
and mouthed it
and licked off the rain
and held your finger
in her hand
and said laughing
That was my raindropp
and you saw
how her lips parted
and in such a way
that you sensed
an inner explosion
of what you thought of
as love and said
Rain is rain
it's got its own smell
and touch
and feel
and she moved her lips
to your finger
and licked it once more
and you laughed
and felt your heart leap inside
and she said
releasing your finger
Love is love
something like rain
something you feel
and sense and know
and she kissed you and said
Mum' ll wonder where I am
we'd better go
and moving out
from beneath the trees
you ran off together
into the falling rain
all over again.
poem by Terry Collett
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And Then?
I would dress warmly
For wintery days
Wear a hat when they
Predicted rain
And still come home soaked
And I would think
‘And then? ’
I would call you
You wouldn’t answer
I sighed and stayed quiet for a while
And I would think
‘And then? ’
It would storm heavily
And I would listen to the breaking leaves
The spring day would become
The theme of a piano ballad
The death of the sun in seasons’ tears
And I thought
‘And then? ’
I saw the only photo of us
Looking opposite ways
I would smile in quietness again
And think
‘What would happen anyway? ’
I sighed and stayed quiet for a while
Waiting for someone to tell me
To wake up again
And then I would think
- As I always do -
‘And then? ’
poem by Sammy Edrisi
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Raspberry Beret
1 2 1 2 3
Yeah
I was working part time in a five-and-dime
My boss was mr. mcgee
He told me several times that he didnt like my kind
cause I was a bit 2 leisurely
Seems that I was busy doing something close 2 nothing
But different than the day before
Thats when I saw her, ooh, I saw her
She walked in through the out door, out door
She wore a
Raspberry beret
The kind u find in a second hand store
Raspberry beret
And if it was warm she wouldnt wear much more
Raspberry beret
I think I love her
Built like she was
She had the nerve 2 ask me
If I planned 2 do her any harm
So, look here
I put her on the back of my bike
And-a we went riding
Down by old man johnsons farm
I said now, overcast days never turned me on
But something about the clouds and her mixed
She wasnt 2 bright
But I could tell when she kissed me
She knew how 2 get her kicks
She wore a
Raspberry beret
The kind u find in a second hand store
Raspberry beret
And if it was warm she wouldnt wear much more
Raspberry beret
I think I love her
The rain sounds so cool when it hits the barn roof
And the horses wonder who u are
Thunder drowns out what the lightning sees
U feel like a movie star
Listen
They say the first time aint the greatest
But I tell ya
If I had the chance 2 do it all again
I wouldnt change a stroke
cause baby Im the most
With a girl as fine as she was then
(raspberry beret)
The kind u find (the kind u find)
The kind u find (in a second hand store)
Oh no no
(raspberry beret)
(and if it was warm)
Where have all the raspberry women gone? (she wouldnt wear much more)
Yeah (raspberry beret)
I think i... I think i... I think I love her
(raspberry beret)
No no no
No no no (the kind u find)
(in a second hand store)
(raspberry beret)
Tell me
Where have all the raspberry women gone? (and if it was warm she)
(wouldnt wear much more)
(raspberry beret)
I think I love...
song performed by by Prince
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When the rain stopped
it was when the rain stopped
that you left me: i own the umbrella
that you do not need now. You return
it. It was when the rain stopped
that you forget my name. My name
is need. And what you need is love.
My name is necessity. But what
you need is the luxury of honesty.
it was when the rain stopped that
you were honest enough to say:
i do not need you. I do not love you.
and then it rains so hard again
and you come knocking on my
door. You are wet. You are cold.
You are shivering. You are
trembling.
I look at you inside my house
looking by the window. I hide
behind the blue curtain. And i
tell myself: I do not believe you
anymore. And i ask myself:
How can i believe you again?
And then the rain stops.
And then you are gone.
And then i open the window.
And then i see the white dove flying
and hovering near a tree beside my window.
And then i set my heart free.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Storm In a Teacup?
Rain!
Not again!
Persistently pouring,
Dull, wet and boring!
Drenching my clothes. What a pain!
Pelting!
Belting!
This must be a freak
'Cos only last week
The sun was so hot, we were melting!
Teeming!
Streaming!
Shoppers with trolleys
Battling with brollies
Soaked to the skin, wetly gleaming.
Lightning!
Frightening!
A white streak of power
Strikes through the shower
Just when I thought it was brightening!
Rumble!
Grumble!
A great clap of thunder,
Like the sky's split asunder
And the whole world's starting to crumble!
It's done!
The Sun
Has battled the storm
To make the world warm.
The clouds have all gone and He's won!
Now I'm higher -
And drier!
In my favourite armchair
I won't, I declare,
Ever stir from in front of the fire!
poem by Dawn Ferrett
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Rain
Rain,
the water that washes away
all our unborn sins,
cleansing the streets we walk
and the buildings we see.
Rain,
the falling waters of life
that lets the earth drink
when it is parched
from the sun's scorching rays.
Rain,
from showers to downpour
and any coming storm
within its waters
our heritage is born.
15 August 2012
poem by David Harris
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Dreaming About A Heavy Rain And Then Waking Up At 3 A.m.
I can tell the details of the sequence
You dream that there was this heavy
Downpour of rain somewhere in crowded
Mong Kok, Hongkong and you ran
For shelter and then stay put and
Begin to use the power of this deep
Silence of a river running within the
Intricate linings of your veins.
You are in the middle of a strange crowd.
You keep looking where you come from
And you finally come to the conclusion
That you are not lost
You dream of a heavy downpour
And you like being wet together
With those that continue to walk.
You wake up so early you want to
Say something and yet she is too tired
Of you and she says
She still wants to get more sleep.
You get out of bed and look over the
Glass window. It is dark and the street
Is empty. You turn on the light on the
Table creating a small island where
In the middle of the light you put
Your mind like a stranger talking
About something that you like to
Understand for once and you do not really like it.
This is where you first decide to write.
This was the beginning of it all and it is still here
With you.
Back to square one. Back to the first syllable.
Back to yourself. The letters of the keyboard
Are as warm as you first once
A long time ago, pressed the vowels.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Beautiful Day In December
The high woods are bathed in sunshine it is such a beautiful day
The rufous whistler he is whistling his song to his identity a give away
His kind often whistle before rain and storm perhaps a change in the weather is near
One knows it will rain in warm Summer weather when the songs of the birds one does hear
The golden billed blackbird is whistling he is singing his welcome to rain
How birds can sense change in the weather seems beyond humankind to explain
They can detect change in their environment them we tend to underestimate
The welcome rain in the warm and dry Summer Nature's minstrels happy to celebrate
The more that we learn of Nature the less about her we know we know
As the mother of all living life forms our wonder of her only grow
As well as feeding humans she feeds all life forms to our own selves we are not being true
If we do not love our Earth Mother and pay her the respect she is due
A beautiful day in December the sun shines on the woodland trees
And the songs of Nature's feathered minstrels are carrying in the gentle breeze.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Say Goodbye
give me another chance another minute
for this hurt you caused to heal
give me hints to know if you mean it
i should know if it's what you feel
when you said you've had enough
i need to know when the tides recede
if that's what i would ever concede
let me know when it's time to say goodbye
it got better and better till that day
when the storm came and the wind blew
when i stopped getting that fat pay
the passion in your eyes and mind flew
then you said you've had enough
if love and romance counts no more
or the cost of them mounts some more
then i'd know it's time to say goodbye
poem by Ray Anyasi
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Storm In A Teacup
The sky is bright blue, but there's a big patch of grey;
I can hear thunder: there's a storm heading this way.
At present, my world is glowing with glorious sun,
But I'm not looking forward to what is to come.
The rolls of thunder are resonating quite far apart,
But hearing them, quickens the beat of my heart.
The day, so far, has been a mix of sun and of rain,
But, thankfully, the sun has prevailed, in the main.
The dark clouds overhead, are as grey as iron;
The thunder roars loudly, like a mighty lion.
I'm really hoping that there will be no lightning;
As an adult, I still find storms quite frightening.
I had been planning to take a steady stroll into town,
But, chances are, that rain will soon be falling down.
The sun continues to shine, and there's little thunder;
Should I take a gamble with the weather, I wonder?
But, I bet as soon as I put a foot out of the door,
The Heavens will open, and the rain will pour.
A short time passes; the sun slowly disappears.
Suddenly, from Heaven, there rains infinite tears.
Luckily, we are spared from a full-blown storm,
And soon the sun reappears, so nice and warm.
The thunder doesn't last long: it soon passes by,
And, I'm feeling glad I stayed at home in the dry.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Dream and Life
I used to make my horse run
Very fast and to the south sea
To meet you and say ‘'I live for you ‘'
But my heart never ceased
Without a good news
It still beats for you
Once it was very grand and gorgeous
Now a bit tired and tattered
Though it knows how to swim
But at far distances
It does not see the shore
Yet if there is a storm in the sea
Violent and tumultuous
All around dark and bleak
While all the boats are useless
This old horse is the only means
poem by Abdul Wahab
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