Poetry: The Rain

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“Poetry is when an emotion has found it’s thought and that thought has found words” ~ Robert Frost

One of the best ways to express emotions is through poetry. The world of poetry is so far from reality, but it never fails to caputure the essence of its beauty. Allow me to share with you my poem on rain…it was published in my school’s magazine when i was studying in 8th grade……

 

The Rain

I remember her as a toddler
She loved the rain
She would go trot trot in the rain
Stole from her nanny
Joy dripping down her cheek

I remember her as a kid
She loved the rain
She danced and drenched
Ignored her mother’s call
Glee written on her face

I remember her, a teen
She loved the rain
She would whirl in the rain
Wouldn’t worry water dripping down
Her whole being blossomed in delight

Old now, she looks out the window
Watches the rain slither down
 Her window, a veil of disgust on
her face, Oh My “did I play in
this rain”?!

Now she lies deep under
The rain she loved
Goes trot trot on her
Makes her wet and cold
Lies she silent and still.

 

Hope you guys liked it! Feel free to share some of your poems with me….

-Namitha

 

 

 

 

77 thoughts on “Poetry: The Rain

  1. Love this poem! Also…I just realized you’re at 511 followers (well 512 in a sec). Wow I make things awkward. Just honestly…you don’t even have respond to that comment. I didn’t really know whether to start laughing or want to die when I realized that.😂😂😂

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    1. Thanks!
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  2. Thanks I did like it, you said to share and I too have written on the same subject Rain.

    Rain

    Cleaning the air, by scrubbing action,
    Sweeping away the mess left by bird shit.
    Keeping the ground moist to lift plants,
    Running through rivers to return to the sea.

    Rain on stones makes them sparkle,
    Lifting lifeless stone into coloured marble.
    Blessing the ear with a babbling sonnet.
    Making you laugh with endless whispering.

    Rivulets make for streams, rivers and lakes.
    The paint box of a green and pleasant land.
    No chance to dry here with rain so constant.
    Washing out the stains of man’s greed.

    We strip bare the hills of ancient forest,
    Then complain of violent run off.
    The rain remains a constant loving the land,
    Indifferent to our deforestation.

    Rain falls, and flows, and washes clean,
    Stand naked make your skin sparkle.
    Like the river’s rocks your hair and body shine,
    You are baptized and reborn clean again.

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  4. Beautiful. Dipped in a sweet syrup of innocence and yet so reminiscent of a reality all of us have been through. Will certainly be re-visiting your blog. You’re welcome to check out mine whenever you get the opportunity. Keep it up and thanks for this joyride. 🙂

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  5. I liked your poem, but I have to disagree about reality being far from the world of poetry, because I think that’s where it derives its subject matter from in the first place. That’s just my 2 cents, though. Still a good poem ☺

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    1. Absolutely true…but what I meant by poetry being far away from reality is that although it’s connected to the world a lot of emotions has been poured into writing one and those emotions don’t have to exist in the outside world….Like u said, that’s where it derives its subject matter…totally agree, but poetry to me, is all about emotions and a whole new way of looking at the world, which is why I say it captures the essence of the world’s beauty…But people can look at poetry in different ways, so I’m not saying that I’m right or wrong…anyway, thx for the compliment!😊

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