Rain always brings a little sadness and a little hope. It can be quiet and soothing, or it can fall with fury and force. In these short poems, we've attempted to capture the various facets of this natural phenomenon, its sounds, smells, and sensations. Let these quatrains remind you of moments when you simply watched the rain, lost in thought.<\/p>\n
\nThe first drops tap on the roof, As if whispering a secret. And slowly raise the dust of the roads, As if the rain were sending greetings.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nAutumn rain<\/h2>\n
\nThe leaves swirl in the silence, And the rain taps on the glass. You can hear the autumn sadness, In a cool, wet corner.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nEvening rain<\/h2>\n
\nWater flows outside the window, And the city is silent in the night. It gives peace, And my thoughts are silent.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nRain and umbrella<\/h2>\n
\nThe umbrella is open above my head, protecting me from the raindrops. I walk through the city, embraced by rain and day.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nAfter the rain<\/h2>\n
\nThe sun shines through the clouds, And a rainbow is visible in the sky. And the air is so fresh and clean, As if born from a dream.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nSummer shower<\/h2>\n
\nSuddenly a downpour poured down from the sky, And it washed the dust from the earth. Nature was in joyful wonder, And the world around was transformed.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nRain on the window<\/h2>\n
\nRain trickles down the glass, painting a whimsical world. It contains fairy tales and silence, and a magical ether of comfort.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nSounds of rain<\/h2>\n
\nThe rain whispers, quietly knocks, On the roofs, on the ground, on the window. A gentle melody flows, And the heart sings along.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nRain and puddles<\/h2>\n
\nWater dances in puddles, reflecting the sky and light. And children's joy is visible, on a rainy day, no doubt about it.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nRain and flowers<\/h2>\n
\nThe flowers bowed their heads to the ground in the rain. And filled everything with freshness, finding heavenly moisture.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nGray morning<\/h2>\n
\nIt's a gray morning outside, the rain is drizzling slowly. And my heart is a little sad, but there is beauty in it.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nRain and the road<\/h2>\n
\nThe road glistens in the rain, the headlights of the cars look into the distance. And it seems as if in a dream, they fly in the foggy distance.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nDrops on the grass<\/h2>\n
\nDrops of rain glisten on the grass, like diamond dew. And the birds are quietly silent, in this rainy beauty.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nRain and Memories<\/h2>\n
\nThe rain evokes in the soul a stream of memories. Of what has already happened, and what has gone to the east.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nQuiet rain<\/h2>\n
\nA quiet rain, like a dream, falls softly upon the earth. And the world around is immersed in peace and preserved.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nRain and tea<\/h2>\n
\nIt's raining outside, but in my hands, A cup of hot tea. And in my heart, peace and blessings, On a rainy evening in May.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nRain and books<\/h2>\n
\nThe rain is pounding, and I'm sitting in a cozy chair with a book. And the world around me has become different, I'm lying in a fantasy.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nRain and the city<\/h2>\n
\nThe rain washes the houses and the city streets. And it breathes freshness itself, in the rainy hour, forever.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nThe last drops<\/h2>\n
\nThe last drops of rain, flow down the leaves. And the sun comes out, loving, onto the land where there is a fresh breeze.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nThe rain is going away<\/h2>\n
\nThe rain recedes into the distance, into the forest, leaving behind freshness and silence. And in the sky, the rainbow's sparkle, gives us only hope.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"Rain always brings a little sadness and a little hope. It can be quiet and soothing, or it can fall to the ground.<\/p>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[71],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-281","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-stihi"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/281","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=281"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/281\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":174706,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/281\/revisions\/174706"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=281"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=281"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=281"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}