Rain

Just a poem about rain, and the mistakes we make.

It's a dark day out

The storm is raging on

Lightning makes the sky melt

With winds stronger than family bonds

 

The clouds try to hide sky's that would be sunny everyday

Like a protective parent hides a child

 

Crystals of spirits
Droplets of the heavens rain down from above

 

Water falls like tears from god

Raining down like fears on the poor dogs below

 

The rain doesn't care about you or me

The rain shackles the pain of mortal men to our backs

Feeding us nourishment we need to ruin the lives of others

When it comes to hate and cruel deeds

Humanity will never be free

That is crusted dirt even rain cannot clean.

 

Those who are too weak to fight will drown in pain

The rain is too cold to save a world that's insane

 

Those who call themselves strong will water the ground with blood

Nurturing flowers of hate.

 

Swallowing god's gifts

Leaving the earth dry, and the lakes mud

Destroying everything god or humanity could create

 

Some people wish for the rain to stop

Singing "rain, rain go away" and that kind of s**t

Other people seem to think throwing money into the air is "making it rain"

 

But Rain is not just there to nourish our plants. It's so much more than that

 

Rain is proof of pain, tears cried from the eyes of those who see it all

 

Rain is compensation for humanities sins

Our gods and ancestors are remorseful over the sick acts we commit

 

They cry over the cruelty of the living below

They feel our pain, our emotions, and wish for better

We call this rain

Rain is a reminder that we could, and should, be better.

 

That we should care

And help others instead of shunning or hurting them

To remember not to care about your wants and desires more than the needs of others

To not be narcissistic, self indulgent, or prejudiced

A reminder that we refuse to be better even though we know what we do wrong

 

And they wonder why we make the same mistakes they did, when causing hurt can be so easily avoided

 

Rain can clean away your pain, and heal the earth

 

It can nourish the body, and feeds the mind

 

It can free your soul

 

But it can't get rid of our wrongdoings. Only we can fix these mistakes

Author's Note

Please tell me what you think, I'm happy to hear criticism, and if you like parts of this poem, please tell what I did right as well so I can continue to improve. Thank you for reading!

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.

Reviews

[Aleya]

I like the way you perceive something as this, rain, as you may do with other things. I've never seen it as this and for you to create this piece is amazing.

[Najam Us Saher]

Very vivid imagery and broader meaning of rain. I truly liked it.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

I'm glad you liked it!

[wordman]

the rain can`t wash your sins away,but it waters the earth

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thanks for reading! :D

[Andrew Leister-Frazier]

Listen, I get a bunch of read requests from you. All of them poetry. I don't like poetry, I'll read stories, chapters of books even but I have low tolerance for poetry. I just don't like it. To be poetic means to obscure or distort meaning in order to appear artsy and special. Not all poetry is poetic, some poetry tells a story in rhymes and are very clear on meaning and use analogies and similes that are not distorted. If you are going to give me poetry, it ought to be a story in rhymes or something and not just an ode to something Like Ulysses by Alfred Lord Tennyson.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Sure, I understand.

[Jackie]

I adore your words. You had quite a few statements in there

-when it co!rd to hate and cruel deeds humanity will never be set free. That is crusted dirt even rain cannot wash away

-rain is compensation for humanities sins

- The clouds try to hide skies that would be sunny every day. Like a protective parent hides a child

To state a few that really rang clear and stood out. You seem to have a way for words and comparisons. And they sure do express tremendously well. Hopefully I stumble upon more of your works. Hope to see much more.☺

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thank you! I appreciate what you have to say. I'll send you a friend request if you want, and if you feel like reading more, you'll be able to see the next poems that come out.

[Jackie]

Of you have some time please do check out mine as well. Thanks