It's raining poetry

Rain, thunder, lightning, hail.
They all conspire to make me fail.
I have to get the mail.

There once was a young man from Seattle,
Who spent many a day in the saddle.
It rained and poured so he took a nap and snored,
Until it was time for him to get up and skedaddle.

Wading through flood waters

Amongst pumpkins, garbage cans

When will the rain stop?

Rain Haiku

Rain leaves scarlet leaf
Streams of liquid bathe the earth
Latte needs GorTex

Five Haiku (what a wonderful idea!

Water drums the roof
Runs in rivers down windows
Trying to get in

Dog in red raincoat
Four feet splashing in puddles
Rain is fine with family

Rain on her pink tongue
Is every raindrop unique?
Mommy, will it snow?

It's raining again
Wants to melt me like a witch
I must stay happy

Rain falls in a yard lake
Bent grass a tiny forest
Wind sings through the blades

Thanks. I look forward to reading the ones you choose to print, mine or not. Poetry in the morning is a treat.

WE once spent a month on the Sound, Where rain washed down and down, 'Til the streets flo'd like creeks, and those rich techno geeks, All bought wi-fi canoes to get 'round.

Raindrops streak the pane
Much as tears for a
Long lost love.

Rain, rain, go away
But if you don't
I'll still stay.

Enjoying the "rainy" headlines!

heres our thought...

now 14 years we've stayed afloat...
this Christmas should we buy a boat?
our relatives won't visit now...
they say the cold and rain...No How!
We love the trees, the people too...but what would you advise to do?

It seems the Snoqualamie River,
Has left land that's the size of a sliver
Closing the road to our home,
making sure we no longer can roam

My boy has left our California Surf...To make his mark upon Seattle's turf...Of course his Father's pain...Competes not with his gain...But at least he has to fight that doggone rain!

As I lay my hat
Upon my head I find that
It can't stop the rain

Wading through puddles
I lose my feet my legs and
worse of all, my mind

Buckets outside
Perfect morning to gather
pieces of November

A rumble from clouds
The rain patters my window
A flash brightens the sky above

I am so darn sick of the rain

My wife thinks I'm about to go insane

But if I dream of blue sky

And great pumpkin pie

Maybe tomorrow won't be such a pain

Rain. Enough already.

One of each:

Rain drenched branches rise
Through noontime misty darkness
Elsewhere reigns the sun

There once was a girl in Seattle
Who wished the rain clouds would skedaddle
The sun was a gift
That could give things a lift
If not then please give her a paddle

November winds doing battle,
Our windows and doors do rattle,
While all bundled inside,
We'll strive to survive,
The grey rainy skies of Seattle.

The blue sky betrayed her
Pouring rain like meaningless words from a unfaithful lover
Left her soaking

Soggy leaf pulp squish.
On pavement. On the Ground.
Stuck to my shoes.

eyes on the ceiling
praying that the old roof holds
through one more deluge

There was a city on the sound
Where rain did wrap her 'round and 'round
We swam on through determined and bound
Not to let folks find us all drowned

Monotonous rain.
Falling upon my bald head.
Splash splat slap ping drip.

As the earth heats up,
Weather storms do more damage.
Why drive SUVs?

From ocean to cloud

Gathering force,
drops conspire

Melting mud and minds

As the earth heats up,
Weather storms do more damage.
Why drive SUVs?

Rain always falling
Flooded houses everywhere
Good I'm on a hill

From Biloxi to Seattle we came
Even though we knew of the rain
But after Katrina came thru
We knew what to do
T'was umbrellas that kept us all sane

It's Raining Today

Today it's raining,
It is raining cats and dogs,
It's cozy inside!

Here is a limerick offering:

I deliver the mail in Seattle,
where lately it's been quite a battle
to give folks dry mail--
Oh! It's starting to hail!
If I say a bad word please don't tattle!

Frozen

The hail is pelting,
I can not feel my fingers,
And I can't get home.

unattended yard sale
on a day of pounding rain
prices coming down.

Sewers are flooding.
The rain is coming down hard.
Humungus puddles.

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Webbed toes sloshing through
Seattle's trudging weather
Extraordinaire
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It's not just the rain
It's mainly the overcast
Scratch that, it's the rain
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Mossbacks claim this truth:
Rain is merely nature's bling
What a load of crap!
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Endless dripping rain
Prozac sells in Seattle
Drip splat drip splat thwop
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Our weather pundits
Forecast rain for the Northwest
(How hard can that be?)

In torrents or sheets or a drop or two
liquid drudgery falls upon me and on you
"It's only November!", we sigh and we whine
with fond reminiscing of sunnier times
prompting the sages to pipe in on cue
"But this too shall pass!"
Yeah...but not until June

Soggy masses slosh
Half-drowned yet no umbrellas
True Seattleites

I moved up here from LA
And every day I pray
That the sun will come out
I'll sing and shout
"Seattle's not ALWAYS so gray!"

So many umbrellas
Fold inside out with the wind
I'm loving my hood.

My shoes are sopping
My hands are clutching my coat
I want hot chocolate

Seattle-ites love rainy lore
Breaking those records of yore,
I smile at it all
'Cause I'm from St. Paul
And remember the snowblower's roar.

out for a walk
on a rainy day
banana slug

rain through the
long afternoon
I wait for your call

Twelve vehicle crash
northbound I-5 caused by
slick roads and a rainbow.

tracks of a field mouse
inside on the cement floor -
proof that winter's near

Thanksgiving Tanka (evoking a moment or marking an occasion with concision and musicality)

I hear chopping now
counterpoint to falling rain
marking a rhythm
typical this time of year -
food and water, our November

No Further Company

A girl from Seattle did boast,
about this part of the coast,
but when relatives came
it did nothing but rain
and never again did she host.

When the sun finally comes out in May,
I give it two weeks 'fore they say:
"Without a doubt,
We're facing a drought!
Stop watering your garden today!"

burned by a sunbreak
damn! I left the umbrella
in the car again

Standing at the bank
Of Lake Sammamish, I say
Where did my dock go?
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Sun's Overrated
Just blinds 520 drivers
Same as the rain storms
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An acre-foot is
A lot of water. Look! Look!
It's in my basement!
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The Space Needle has
Changed it's Observation Deck
Into a fishing dock
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See the pretty fish
Swimming gleefully in schools
Like Snohomish Schools

Unending deluge-
You overwhelm my patience,
Flood my eyes with tears.

Pale bare legs flashing,
Flecked with brown mud splashings.
Fall biking's toll.

Seattle Sonics
Oklahoma City Bound
The Sky is Crying

Home sits on flood plain
Waiting to be washed away
Why did I build here?

Rain, rain, and more rain.

Stilliguamish not so still.

There goes my trailer.

"It's raining again", Ellen said.
"I think I will stay in my bed.
My whole yard is a lake.
Wait! Is that a sunbreak?
I think I'll go outside instead."

Said explorer Lewis to Clark,
Wow, it rains here and really gets dark,
This inclement weather is ruining my leathers,
Let's go back to where we embarked.

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Life in Seattle is hard,
The weather has such disregard,
For in this vicinity
We're snowy and win-i-dy,
We measure our rain by the yard.

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There once was man who liked rain,
Arrived in Seattle by train,
The wind really shook him,
The water then took him,
And washed all his stuff down the drain.

Whether the Weather is Wetter
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Whether the weather is windy and wetter,
Or whether the weather's just wet,
We weather the weather and wistfully wonder
Whither the weather will get.

We waddle in wellies and wander wherever,
Waiting for winter to wane.
We wish it would wither, we whisper and whimper,
While wallowing waist-high in rain.

Rivulets running
off my umbrella, soaking
my pants knee to toe.

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"Two-thousand six was
a watershed year," they'll say.
One water-logged time.

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November was the
cruellest month. Seattle-
ites slogged on bravely.

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Drizzle, drop, splat, sploosh,
then it starts again: pitter,
patter, pour and plop.

Car wipers panic
Geysers shoot high from car tires
The rivers grow mean

wind whipping branches.
rain raging without respite.
we huddle inside.

The plentiful rain in this city
Makes others regard us with pity.
I tell them out loud,
"I'm wet and I'm proud!"
But I'm lying--this weather is sh---y!

If it wasn't for the rain,
Offering up a refrain,
We'd all stand around,
On the barren hard ground,
Waiting for moisture to cover it again.

Sullen skies toss rain,
Pounding earth, flooding valleys.
Noah, prepare your ark!