Showers Poems - Poems about Showers

I heard a loud rattling on the roof, I thought it was the dog playing with my shoes the rattling gets louder and louder so I went to inquire but it was the rain pouring down and a ferocious wind was blowing, all over the town it split the awning in two land it on top of the roof and...

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They jump from the earth silent as the sun’s rising announcing spring’s new birth lingering delights, baptizing Souls who need their smiles to restore the music’s words knowing, after so many trials sun’s breath sings to the birds They tell of a melancholic tale preaching to hearts, so still knowing their love will not fail as the night’s stars quietly spill Fading from the green meadows playing gently...

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spring arrives today a scatter of clouds grey parisian rains unfurl winds that twirl and hurl umbrellas in the air petticoats fly up with flair whether each parisian girl parades for whim or dare posted on March 19, 2025...

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tall shoots lift their vibrant flowers cheerful in sunshine and showers erasing shadows of dawn’s mist revealing the awe in sun kissed beautiful light falls on the soul whisper of peace to make one whole nature’s singing, God does exist revealing the awe in sun kissed dreams of light fall across the skies revealing to hearts how time flies still, on and on, our life...

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"The breeze of March stirred the rain’s whispers, inviting spring’s blossoms." ...

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Ghostlike droplets, falling fast Pouring streams of God’s sentimental Remembering music from the past Caressing each dream so soft and gentle Raining grief, restoring moon and stars Secrets uncovered by the midnight song Heartache revealed, stories in glass jars Kindling the music who chants all night long Glorious prayers whispered to the night Praising the One who brought hope to abide His love is a...

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These are modern English translations of poems written in Middle English by Geoffrey Chaucer. The Canterbury Tales: General Prologue by Geoffrey Chaucer translation by Michael R. Burch When April with her sweet showers has pierced the drought of March to the root, bathing the vines’ veins in such nectar that even sweeter flowers are engendered; and when the West Wind with his...

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Success paddles forth on a teak-crafted boat, God’s blessings now shine in a glow to adore. Your foes only watch as your fortunes take note, Your blessings now match every sand by the shore. God made you a beacon of love evermore....

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My room, the suite, seemed too small. I felt like I’d been in my room forever. I’d developed a scratchy sense of stuckness and a fresh, itchy awareness of dust particles floating in the stifling, still air that made me want to stop breathing in so much. But I didn’t, categorically, have the energy to get up and focusing seemed like a...

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I'll wait for you at sunset That month on thirteenth day We'll share a kiss at twilight And toast along the way Veuve Clicquot in fluted, Crystal champagne glass A sip of golden nectar To start us on our path Full Pink Moon to guide us A focused beam of light While stars map constellations In heavens clear and bright Silver clouds in motion Adrift across...

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Showers Are Blessings Miracle Man 9/7/2024 A welcome happening for August, puffy dark clouds giving life to rain. Turns out to be only spotted showers, The joy I’m feeling I can’t contain. No lightening flashes or thunder, just God’s slow outpouring of love. I wonder if His creatures understand, that God sent a drink from above? ...

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July-August Perseids a moon free dark sky glowing ionized gas trails meteors at peak ...

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“Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.” —Langston Hughes Cream of Crop Showers The world seems smaller, inside within quarters, no sun. But the yellow wonder is like lightning outside, not done. Inside there is the brightness of the youngest grand. Consuming all the rays...

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Drizzling webs, wanderer’s shelter Asylum to the nocturnal, Warring, nomadic spirits, rambling On gossamer threads, strands so silken Trembling with soundless lessons…. Sprinkling buds, costly shadows Silhouettes of bruised flowers, eclipsed, By the plethora of rain, flowing, Gentle like the voice of mourning sun, Pledging to erase the silence of stardust moon… Showering oaks, walnuts and pine trees In affectionate kisses, wet like a river, Risking each...

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afternoon showers nature waters her flora ~ picnic was ruined ...

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