Modern Poetry Related to Rain

Modern poems related to rain are introduced as follows:

1、? Falling rain

It's raining,

You said it was tears when angels bowed their heads,

Drifting rain,

The elves flapped their wings and flew to the horizon.

Sow the seeds of the rainbow,

Let her bloom in the sunshine after the rain.

It's raining,

Wet a peach garden,

There is a faint pink color like splashing ink.

Still washing the stone steps,

Dandelion's snow-white flowers with rain beads,

Shake it and show off the crown on your head.

The rain is floating,

Inclined, sprinkled on the eaves,

Cast a rain curtain on the world,

Watch it fall to the ground, then turn into a small rain bead and splash out.

Swallows spread their black skirts,

Slipped in the drizzle.

It's raining,

Fell on the window,

Condensed a faint mist,

Hanging with faint thoughts,

The genie caught the rain bead and returned to the distance.

Do you remember?

The easiest place to go is far away,

The hardest place to go back is home.

2. "Enlightenment in the Rain"

Author: Xi Murong

Whole poem:

If it still rains after rain,

If there is still sorrow after sorrow,

Please let me face this separation calmly,

Leave, smile and keep looking,

Someone who will never appear again, you.

3. Rain Lane

Author: Dai Wangshu

Whole poem:

Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone

Wandering in the long, long

Lonely rain lane

I hope to see

Like cloves.

A girl with a grudge.

She does.

Clove-like color

Lilac fragrance

Lilac sadness

Mourn in the rain

Sad and confused

She lingers in this lonely rain lane

Hold an oil-paper umbrella

Like me

Like me.

Walk quietly

Cold desert, melancholy, and melancholy.

She approached quietly.

Get close and throw again.

Breathing eyes

She floated by.

well

As sad and confused as a dream.

Floating like a dream

Dingxiangyuan

I missed this girl.

She walked away silently, walked away.

A ramshackle hedge.

Walk through this rainy path

In the sad song of rain

Remove her skin color.

Scattered her fragrance.

Disappeared, even hers

Breathing eyes

Lavender melancholy

Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone

Wandering in the long, long

Lonely rain lane

I hope to float over.

Like cloves.

A girl with a grudge.