I listened to the rain today.
To its soft, subtle whispers
As it crept, in the vesper,
Down the chilling windowpane.
I listened to the rain.
I heard the things it had to tell
As it dripped, as it fell
From the sky, down to die
Where it rested, where it lay.
I listened to the rain.
In the silence there was no one
In the stilling dark of night—
With the breezes in their flight,
Where the moonbeams left their stain
Shining silver in the rain.
I listened to the rain again—
It spoke of things that once had been.
Softly murmuring its secrets
As it tumbled from the sky
Alone we were, the rain and I.
Now the heavens start to glow.
The night is failing, fading fast—
The rain is falling, till at last
The morning wakens, comes the sun—
And finally, now, the rain is done.
~TheTexasLass
The Texas Lass 
I wanted to take a look at your work over here as well and was greeted with this lovely rain poem! It’s so perfect and I think I might have even written a rain poem at one point as well! It’s wonderful to see someone else who treasures and captures the beautiful moments between raindrops.
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Why, thank you very much! I think everyone’s written something about rain at one time or another; it lends itself so well to poetry. Is your poem on your blog? I’ll have to look for it.
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Yup, it should be in my poetry section beneath my writing tab I think. It’s called “mending”. But yes, rain is wonderfully poetic.
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Heres the link for ease of access. I didnt realize it was from so long ago. 🙂
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Awesome! Thanks!
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Loved the chilling/stilling and other -ing rhymes. They create a rhythm throughout your poem like the drumming of rain. For me, the next to the last stanza is the best: Softly murmuring its secrets/As it tumbled from the sky. Beautiful!
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The rhyming scheme was a treat to figure out. I get a lot of my love of rhythm from Poe and his ramblings about ravens and bells.
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