The Rain Is Listening

Have you ever felt that they're not listening?
That what you're saying doesn't matter at all
And all you've ever hoped for is forever gone

Even though it's raining outside
And you're afraid of the darkened sky
You can't help but to feel a smile
Because you know the rain is listening

The tear drops, all so frail
Search the ground for a place to rest
After their long fall, all so tiring
They want to hear the rest

Your pain is their bed time story
Their night time lullaby
That almost lulls them to sleep

They are listening
Because they care
They want you to know
That they are there

You sit in front of the window
Your breath fogging the glass
Whispering your sorrow
As they slowly streak the grass

Their cold, liquid bodies slither down the window
And I tell them I'm glad they're here
They know I feel better now
And the sun begins to peek from the clouds

And as they leave
I can hear them sing
You're content again, love
So we're done here

Author's Note

Have you ever heard the rain speak? I love it... so peacefully beautiful

Reviews

[SilentVerses]

The note at the end summarizes this, it is as though you whispered it throughout the words you wrote. Beautiful and reflective of what it is you write about, hypnotically falling through words as though in a dream.

[FireWoman]

The sound of rain is hypnotic, I sit on the porch and listen just as my grandparents did. I think they knew something.

Walking in the rain makes me feel alive and cleansed at the same time. A great poem!

[HereWithoutYou<3]

I like this poem a lot, because I love to look out my window when it's raining it brings me at peace with my self in the hardest of times.

[Daniel Gardner]

This poem is very good. Thought provoking and peaceful. Thanks for shearing.

[r]

As always, so dang creative. You have such an amazing mind to come up with this stuff! I love it, first of all, because of the nice way it flows, and I love it just because it's so beautiful. And sometimes the rain is okay. If you're in a good mood you love the rain---like it best when the rain is softly falling and you can ear the slow padding of it on the roof and ground and stuff---but if you're in a bad mood...the noise will aggravate you. ^^ Just some insight, and wonderful poem as usual. (:

[Geralyn Miller]

I have always loved the rain, any rain, soft and gentle or wild storms full of thunder and lightning, and I always thought I was the only strange person to whom the rain spoke. For me, nothing breaks writers block better than a thunderous downpour.
This piece is written beautifully with great meaning, I like this!

[YouoweYoupay]

I simply adore this poem, and I love everything about the winter and the rain. You painted such soft, comforting, beautiful words. Thank you so much for sharing. 100/100

[Anastasiya]

I love the rain and this describes a lot about it. This is amazing!

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The title is awesome..the poem creates a vivid image and yes there is something magical about the rain..

[Haifa]

Awww wow wow!!! what a powerful and beautiful poem.. By the way, I love rain and I never thought that rain is a sad thing.. Well done.