Poetry about rain

Poetry about rain

 the rain

Rain is the gift of heaven from God Almighty to the earth, and a warm kiss gives much good to human beings, and it means generosity, tenderness, greenness of leaves, blossoming of buds, and hope for a renewed spring that makes life brighter and more beautiful. Hopes, and the earth is covered in a beautiful green robe that man rejoices in.

The word rain gives you the feeling of flowing in everything from feelings, feelings, tenderness, and transparency. It is a poetic word from which poets have drawn inspiration from their poems of love, beauty, and tender, it is the light that shines on the earth, and makes you feel the purity and purity of everything around you, making the lovers live in a world of Pink dreams, so the lover imagines himself holding the hand of his girlfriend and walking in a beautiful world under its sweet drops.

Poetry about rain

These are some of the poems in which the poets ’feelings are linked to rain

Rain is back, sweetheart rain

By the poet Nizar Qabbani

The rain is back, sweetheart the rain

Like a madman, I go out to the balcony to greet him 

And like crazy , I let him wet my face

And my clothes

And he turns me into a marine sponge

the rain

Means the return of the fog, the wet tiles 

And wet dates

It means your return and the return of poetry 

September means our hands getting back together 

Throughout the months of summer

Your hand was traveling

September

It means the return of your mouth, and your hair 

And your coats, your gloves

And your Indian perfume that cuts through me like a sword

The rain is falling like a wild song 

And your boss

It's falling out of me 

Like African drums 

is falling

As arrows of the Redskins

My love for you at the sound of rain

It takes another form

He becomes a squirrel

He becomes an Arab foal

He becomes a swan swimming in the moonlight

The louder the rain

And the sky became a curtain of gray velor

I go out like a sheep to the pastures

I am looking for fresh grass 

And about your scent

That migrated with the summer

The rain fell softly

By the poet Hussein Ali Al-Otaibi

The rain softened its thunders and twisted its brightness

And this is the beginning of it above my bloodstream

His cloud came blushing, dulling his necks

And he was scattered, and I stalk, water, and drink

His beloved is a longing eye for the living

Hello, my distress, those who are distressed

Oh Hamalila, give me a drink and attach to it

I water the transplanted land and the wealth is my mistress

They said the hashtag stood and the hashtags his pity

I said my Lord, O Arabs, Hocafel Al-Arzaki

The generous, who is generous and without miserliness of his livelihood

With his command, he hurled Al-Muzoon and hurled Al-Baraki

This is an amazon of tame and alive with its radiance

All valley flowing to the bottom became my leg

And all the news was full of zalal doses

Lynn after a week, he showed his seeds and my pitfalls

Good news, O people of cattle, I do not wear it with its necks

I wish I hadn't sold my boredom in these years

Manat, whom I saw, came from his elegance

Badawi, the green Fayyad, my love

On the day that the tag was approved, its exhaustion will be removed

Whoever blames him other than impotence, he will not be afraid of him

His heart is dead and in his time he lives with a disability

Came to wear it and hang out in the markets

Make his sex diminish, cutting off the leg

Lin what remains for them among the creatures rest

Life is a plant to my heart, I keep it safe and long

I saw him delight me and keep the worries away from my depths

He hated Elijah enlightened the lights among his papers

And the inventory of Al-Fiafy is covered by my passion

The cuddle burst into flames

Amidst a plant wind meadow refreshes the pituitary

Between the lines of the hands are the two slaves of the camel

Laba among the Kabyles is of a high standard

A record that removes the worries of the subject and closes him

And the city is alive, my money, on it is moral

Hallali, its time between nights, his tastes

What is considered from Al-Ammar is Al-Arfakhi

Whoever floats around him, by God, is what adorns his morals

Lynn walks through Rawd Zahi Al-Arnaki

Rain Song

By the poet Badr Shaker Al-Sayyab

Your eyes are a palm forest at the hour of magic

Two seashore, from which the moon is far away

Your eyes when you smile vine leaves

And the lights dance like moons in a river

The paddle will shake at the hour of magic.

As if the stars are pulsating below them, the stars

And covered in a mist of the sorrow of the sake

Like the sea, let the hands rest over the evening

The warmth of winter in it and the chill of autumn

Death, birth, darkness, and light

So the fullness of my soul woke up, the tremor of crying

Like a child's ecstasy if he is afraid of the moon

As if the arches of clouds drink up the clouds

A drop of a drop that melts in the rain

And children are pitched in vineyards

And the silence of birds tickled on the trees

Rain Song

rain

rain

rain

Evening yawn, and the clouds are still

Wipe the weight of her tears

As if a child had been hallucinating before he fell asleep

That his mother - who woke up a year ago

He did not find it, then when the question was asked

They told him, "The day after tomorrow you come back."

You must go back

And if the comrades whisper that she is there

On the side of the hill the sleep of the lamb sleeps

She sheds dust and drinks the rain

As if a mourning hunter gathering nets

And he scatters singing where the moon wanders

rain

rain

do you know which sadness the rain sends

And how gutters weep when it pours down

And how the only feel lost in it

Without end - as spilled blood, as hungry

Like love, like children, like death - it is rain!

And your eyes are in me with rain

And across the Gulf waves clear the lightnings

Coasts of Iraq by Stars and Shells

As if it is heading to the sunrise

So the night shall be drawn over her from the blood of a blanket

I shouted in the Gulf, "O Gulf, you grantor of pearls, oysters, and corrosive!"

The echo comes back

As if sobbing

O Gulf, O Grantor of oysters and of evil

I can almost hear Iraq burst into thunders

Lightnings are stored in the plains and the mountains

Even if it was spilled by the men

The winds did not leave from Thamud

In the valley of the trail

I could almost hear the palms drinking the rain

I hear the villages moan, the immigrants

They wrestle with oars and with sows

Gulf storms, and thunderers, chanting

rain

rain

rain

In Iraq there is hunger

The crops are scattered during the harvest season

To saturate the crows and locusts

And grind the shawn and stone

Mills rotate in the fields around them by human beings

rain

rain

rain

And how much we shed the night of the departure, of tears

Then we were ill - afraid to fall asleep - in the rain

rain

rain

And since we were young, the sky was

Cloudiness in the winter

And it rains

And every year - when wealth is cultivated - hunger

No year passed and Iraq has no hunger

rain

rain

rain

In every drop of rain

Red or yellow from flower embryos

And every tear of the hungry and the naked

And every drop is shed from the blood of the servants

It is a smiling while waiting for a new smile

Or a nipple in the mouth of the newborn

In the young world of tomorrow, the giver of life

rain

rain

rain

Iraq will love the rain. "

I shout in the Gulf, "O Gulf

O Grantor of pearls, oysters, and evil! "

The echo comes back

As if he was whimpering

O Gulf, O Grantor of oysters and evil

And the Gulf scatters many from its gifts

On the sand are ojj and oyster foam

And what remained of the bones of a drowned miser

Of the immigrants he kept drinking the bad

From the Gulf dialect and decision

In Iraq, a thousand snakes drink nectar

From a flower the ashes are nourished with dew

I hear the echo

It rings in the bay

rain

rain

rain

In every drop of rain

Red or yellow flower embryos

And every tear of the hungry and naked

And every drop of the blood of the slaves is shed

It is a smile waiting for a new smile

Olioma has blushed in the mouth of the newborn

In the world of the young tomorrow, the giver of life

It rained

The smell of rain

Despite the quiet winter nights!

Not that you find a noise inside your heart

Wherever you go, your eyes speak nothing but sadness, you sit, alone, confused, with your grief

Loaded with your worries and troubles

In your dark room, you only hear, the sound of rain

On your window!

Raindrops splash 

Softly paper

As if it were a whisper, in our ears

In a low voice

Be optimistic

Life still goes on and there is still hope

They are still trickling down

He touched your window sweetly

So you go to ponder it closely

And she stands in front of the window

Watching the beauty of the rain, she will paint you

the smile

Rain poems

By the poet Adnan Al-Sayegh

Rain licks

Your body

Hey

How can a lover not be jealous?

4/6/1991 Baghdad

In front of the mirror

It was raining

It falls on the window

And I was blaming the ends of the braid

About the tears of the comb

1991 Baghdad

the girls

They carry umbrellas

For fear of getting wet

So

The rain grows

And go around

9/13/1991 Baghdad

Raindrops

Sneaking under your shirt

I'm in front of the window

I feel the tears of rain

4/6/1991 Baghdad

Who would wash his azure clothes in the rain?

If it gets dirty with city dust

Where does he sleep if the clouds are gone?

And I left him alone, stuck together

On the glass of the closed windows

And when he thinks about the company of a woman

Who would you hang out with in the streets?

And bear his lightnings and thunders?

He placed his hand on his cheek

And he thinks about the weirdness of the rain

3/10/1993 Amman

O rain

Stay sneaky in the streets

Like cats and children

Keep the glass shiny

Glowing like drops of light

And do not get into the coats of the rich

To the shops

Lest you get contaminated with your white hands

With money

4/6/1991 Baghdad

The rain is white

So are my dreams

Do the streets separate them?

The rain is sad

So is my heart

Which is more painful?

When the feet of transients crush them

4/6/1991 Baghdad

O rain

O letters of heaven to the meadows

He taught me how the flower of the poem comes to blossom

From speech stone

1991 Baghdad

When the rain dies

His funeral will celebrate the fields

Only the patience bush

You'll laugh in the wild

Shamed at the crying of trees

4/6/1991 Baghdad

Rain crosses the bridge

Cattle crossing the bridge

Clouds cross the bridge

Buses cross the bridge

Bridge? - My heart.

For how long will you stay split on the river?

Do not cross the second bank

4/6/1991 Baghdad

O rain

- My foolish friend -

Beware of hanging around on the sidewalks of prepacked cities

You'll dissipate - like me - inevitably

Drop by drop

And dry on the asphalt

Nobody remembers you here

Only distant fields

She'll cry for you

In the rain

By the poet Nazek al-Malaika

Rainy, do not show mercy to my specter in the depth of the darkness

Rain, pour the torrent on me, oh spirit of clouds

You don't care if you bring me back to earth

Refer me, if you wish, to ice or marble

Let the rainy evening wind go crazy

And let the flying, under the harsh rain, groan

Flood trees with water and do not be sad by a branch

Snarl, boom, I will not complain, no tune will come to you

Rain on me, as you wish, on my sad face

I don't care about my shivering body, in the palm of the chicken

Rain, cail on my face, close my eyes

Moisten my palms, hair and forehead as much as you want

Sink, in the dark of the night, the decrepit graves

And silt, you will, the high doors of the palace

Rain, in the remote mountain, and over the abyss

Extinguish the fires, don't leave a neighborhood left

Oh, what terrified you now, and silence reigned

Change the sound of the wind, in the depths, reverberating in madness

You still care, from the rain, in the earth's eyes

My heart is still sad under the waves of the chicken

Rain, my human heart has called you

That drenched in longing, that poetic

Wash it, or see sadness its eternal protection

It is, like you, Rain, a pure stream

Do I start to hear, at night, droplets fall?

Both share dreams of the past and the riddles of death

Rain asks: What are you? What is the secret of life?

What am I in? What are my tears and complaints?

Rain, what is your past? Where did it originate from?

Daughter of the sea or the clouds or atmosphere you?

Or do you see the tears of the mourning dead squeezed?

Or are you, my tears in the rain and Hdoa Samta?

what am I? What are you raining? What is that hump?

Is it really what I hear? Or is your voice a dream?

Anything around? Night, Hurricane, and Cloud

And thunders, lightnings, and space to spoil them

Unfortunately I am only a short on earth dream

Sorrows burial my days and my feelings worried

I am nothing but an atom in the dialect of a changing age

Tomorrow the current sweeps me away, and silence is my fate

Tomorrow the earth will push me into space as clouds

The rain melts the gushing tear and blood

I am nothing but the remnants of rain filling the sky

The wind returns to the earth in it one evening

Rain, boom, roar over my grief and despair

He drowned me, for my soul was submerged in pain

I fill my cup with rain, for I have emptied my cup

And hide my evening from me, because I hate my evening

Soft rain in a distant autumn, by Mahmoud Darwish

Soft rain in a distant autumn

And sparrows are blue, blue

Earth is a feast

Don't say I'm a cloud at the airport

I don’t want to

From my that fell from the glass of the train

Not my mom's handkerchief

And the causes of a new death

Soft rain in an eerie autumn

And the windows are white, white

And the sun is a harbor at sunset

And I'm a sleep orange

So why are you fleeing my body?

I do not want

From the land of knives and nightingales

Not mom's handkerchief

And the causes of a new death

Soft rain in a sad autumn

And appointments green green

And the sun is mud

Do not say we saw you in the death of Jasmine

My face was evening

And the dead of Jenin

I do not want

From my that I forgot the absentee accent

Not mom's handkerchief

And the causes of a new death

Soft rain in a distant autumn

And sparrows are blue, blue

Earth is a feast

And sparrows flew to a time that does not return

And you want to know my country

Which is between us

My country is delicious in restrictions

My kiss is mailed

I do not want

From my country that slaughtered me

Not mom's handkerchief

And the causes of a new death