"January" Rain Song

(Read this poem. It is so awesome! I love it!!)
April Rain Song

Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing you a lullaby
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk
The rain makes running pools in the gutter
The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night
And I love the rain.

Langston Hughes








When The Sun Comes After Rain

When the sun comes after rain
And the bird is in the blue,
The girls go down the lane
Two by two.
When the sun comes after shadow
And the singing of the showers,
The girls go up the meadow,
Fair as flowers.
When the eve comes dusky red
And the moon succeeds the sun,
The girls go home to bed
One by one.
And when life draws to its even
And the day of man is past,
They shall all go home to heaven,
Home at last.

Robert Louis Stevenson









Spring Rain
Spring rain
leaking through the roof
dripping from the wasps' nest.

Matsuo Basho









The Rain
I hear leaves drinking rain;
I hear rich leaves on top
Giving the poor beneath Drop after drop;
'Tis a sweet noise to hear
These green leaves drinking near.
And when the Sun comes out,
After this Rain shall stop,
A wondrous Light will fill Each dark,
round drop; I hope the Sun shines bright;
'Twill be a lovely sight.

William Henry Davies





























Rain
I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.
I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.

Shel Silverstein

















(If you read any of these poems read this one! BEAUTIFUL!!)
The Rain
All night the sound had
come back again,
and again falls
this quite, persistent rain.
What am I to myself
that must be remembered,
insisted upon
so often? Is it
that never the ease,
even the hardness,
of rain falling
will have for me
something other than this,
something not so insistent--am I to be locked in this
final uneasiness.
Love, if you love me,
lie next to me.
Be for me, like rain,the getting out
of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi-lust of intentional indifference.
Be wet
with a decent happiness.

Robert Creeley