Life's Rain

Life's Rain

A Poem by Tate Morgan
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Life washed by endless rain

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I feel the sounds of the rain;

Beating down upon my soul.

Playing life’s tune Rainy Blues;

While the water takes its toll

 

I wish to be the new life;

That awakes upon the hill.

Growing with every squall;

Instead I've had my fill.

 

The rain never renews me;

Instead it plays more pain.

Drowning in the downpour;

Lost to the pounding rain.

 

The storms always seem to pass;

The flood to no longer remain.

My fears still not realized;

Life washed by the endless rain.















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Bud
I can feel every word of this profound expressive art. The drain, and strain of the heart that is trying to continue on. Down beaten, trodden upon, filled with so much sorrow... Yes, how I do feel this. Should one ponder, and consider the sunflower. They'll find that it, too becomes heavy with burden. Lowering it's head in sorrow, despising it's own very existence. But low, and behold! With a fresh rain, and the love of the sun, it rises it's weary head high. Kissing the sunshine in thanks for it's blessing of renewal! Every sorrow has it's day of washing, gaining a new re-lease. You have, as always penned a meaningful, and heartfelt piece. Magnificent!

Posted 15 Years Ago


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This is one of my favorites of yours. That first stanza seems to capture what I feel from this. I am not even able to put it into words...just really feel it.

Posted 12 Years Ago


This is such a beautiful, bittersweet song of the rain and it's continual flow mixed with such a longing for renewal. Wonderfully written...

Posted 15 Years Ago


god.....describes my favorite weather.....rain....loved it
"I feel the sounds of the rain; Beating down upon my soul" favorite line

love your work so far

Posted 15 Years Ago


It is actually leaking it down in St.Albans, England right now, on this dark November Saturday night. Some like rain, most of us don't. It can be refreshing and bring life, or flood us out and drown us. But it is also key to life. We need it. But I think by rain you mean the sadness and trials of life. Maybe we need them, too, in some way, to round us. We certainly can't avoid them. The first three lines of the last verse seem to capture the point. Rain real and emotional does not last forever. Your poem's emotion feels instinctive.

Posted 15 Years Ago


This is my favorite of yours so far. I love the depiction of rain. This just feels so emotional and so raw at the same time.

Posted 15 Years Ago


Like this one. It's like crying and crying and it never helps in feeling better. Even after the tears stop the pain of life continues and the wanting life to be better and giving instead of always taking.



Posted 15 Years Ago


Aw I love this!! This is definately one of my favorites! When i read the thrid stanza i pictured tears. and how crying never helps it only creates more pain...but this is truely beautiful! :)

Posted 15 Years Ago


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Bud
I can feel every word of this profound expressive art. The drain, and strain of the heart that is trying to continue on. Down beaten, trodden upon, filled with so much sorrow... Yes, how I do feel this. Should one ponder, and consider the sunflower. They'll find that it, too becomes heavy with burden. Lowering it's head in sorrow, despising it's own very existence. But low, and behold! With a fresh rain, and the love of the sun, it rises it's weary head high. Kissing the sunshine in thanks for it's blessing of renewal! Every sorrow has it's day of washing, gaining a new re-lease. You have, as always penned a meaningful, and heartfelt piece. Magnificent!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is another well written and structured poem.
Keep it up man.
~Domo~

Posted 15 Years Ago


The storms always seem to pass;
The flood to no longer remain.
My fears still not realized;
Life washed by the endless rain.

I loved this staza alot, says so much.
A heartfilled and emotional write,
Very well written!

Posted 15 Years Ago


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