We are heading rapidly toward Autumn, and this weekend tropical storm Ophelia has visited the Mid-Atlantic and Northeastern coasts. That means I’ve been snug inside for three days and counting, venturing out for some sustenance or just a change in scenery such as the pharmacy, gas station, or shopping mall. I actually love the rain. I was born on a rainy Tuesday in April, so rain has a special place in my heart. The sound of it soothes me, comforts me, makes me breathe deeply, and relax. Looking outside, the ground is drenched and all the flora is soaked a brilliant emerald green. The trees have yet to change their colors. That will happen soon enough in a few weeks. It seems that as I get older, time speeds up. We rushed through summer and now fall is surely going to tumble by. I want to slow everything down. I want enjoy what is in front of me. I put pen to paper and listen to the rain.
Rain Quiet, It comes softly at first. Listen, Listen to the rain. Listen, listen, listen. Harder, Just a little harder now. Listen, Listen to the rain. Listen, listen, listen. Louder, it sounds - Thunder booms, Listen, Listen to the rain. Listen, listen, listen. Softer, it becomes quiet again. Listen, Listen to the rain. Listen, listen, listen.
Rain allows for quiet contemplation. It beckons us to sit and ponder. We can watch from our window the refreshing drenching rain. It covers everything with healing and hope. It renews. And that is what I am seeking this autumn – a renewal of spirit, a time to feel refreshed and hopeful, a time to sit back and listen.
Rainy Day Poetry to Share with Children
Word Dancer: Literature, the Arts, & Education 
Love this! I love how you embrace the season and the pace of a weekend spent indoors. I used to set up a folding chair in the garage and just listen to it. Sometimes I still do. I also enjoy a rainy weekend. I wrote a poem in the form of a raindrop years ago. Here are a few lines: the light slips through the clouds and its long fingers make the raindrops glisten/drip and patter clip and smatter blip and batter/glisten and glow/ Today I will write a celebration poem/The earth is soggy and my feet are wet/and while the world turns dimmer and/the sun can’t be seen/I’ll open a window/and a breeze will carry the drip and patter/ clip and smatter/ raindrops in/rain/drops/in 🙂
Thank you for your beautiful post.
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Love this! I love how you embrace the season and the pace of a weekend spent indoors. I used to set up a folding chair in the garage and just listen to it. Sometimes I still do. I also enjoy a rainy weekend. I wrote a poem in the form of a raindrop years ago. Here are a few lines: the light slips through the clouds and its long fingers make the raindrops glisten/drip and patter clip and smatter blip and batter/glisten and glow/ Today I will write a celebration poem/The earth is soggy and my feet are wet/and while the world turns dimmer and/the sun can’t be seen/I’ll open a window/and a breeze will carry the drip and patter/ clip and smatter/ raindrops in/rain/drops/in 🙂
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I have been enjoying the rain because it provides slow down time and cozy feelings. Your poem’s use of repetition and visuals effects provide a proper background for this rainy day in Northern Virginia. Please take a look at my invitation to write an image poem for my newest gallery.
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This is lovely. The language is ethereal and your prose is as poetic as your poetry. I love rain, too, especially when I can sit and observe it in a quiet space. Rain cleanses and nourishes. It’s our liquid gold.
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I love the repetition in the poem, and your prose holds so much poetic imagery, too. Thank you for reminding me to stop and just listen.
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Such a lovely sound – rain on the roof, rain on the ground and pelting at the windows. How neat to know you were born on a rainy day. I have no idea what was happening when I was born all those years ago in July, but I’d love to have been born during a rain storm. I also like that you included a list of rain poetry for children. That’s a great resource for teachers! I’m with you – there is something so renewing about the rain. Ironically, my brother called me this afternoon to ask if we’d gotten rain today, because he was trying to play an outdoor sport today and the rain interfered.
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