Word Prompts: Raindrops From Heaven & Waiting out the Storm (Week 13)
I am a writer. My passion is poetry. I feel words connect people together and help us to understand the feelings we share.
Article Summary
"Word Prompts: Raindrops from Heaven & Waiting out the Storm " is in response to Brenda Arledge's word prompt ~ Week 13.
The prompt is "Raindrops."
I've created 2 poems for this challenge.
"Raindrops from Heaven" and "Waiting out the Storm."
These poems express different ideas about raindrops.
"Holes In The Floor of Heaven by Steve Wariner Lyrics"
Poem Summary
"Raindrops from Heaven" is a poem written for the word prompt, "Raindrops."
This one is a bit different toward the end. I hope you enjoy it.
She wanted a picture-perfect day but it was ruined by a cloudy day with rain. She puts her head back beneath the covers but then she remembers how God weeps.
He cries teardrops from heaven with no two alike. One is for the broken hearts who are grieving while the other is for happiness for the souls coming back home to heaven.
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Raindrops from Heaven
She looks forward to waking up
to a picture-perfect day
but that image is ruined
when she hears the plunking sound of raindrops
pounding fiercely on the rooftop.
With no glimpse of light
piercing through the cracks of the curtains,
her tiny bedroom seems dismal and grey,
making her pull the covers
back over her head.
How easily her mood sways
greeting a gloomy day
when yesterday, nothing could take her smile away.
Then she remembers
how God weeps,
sending droplets of water pouring from the sky
as he watches spirits leave their earthly body
to rejoin him in heaven.
No two tears are alike
For one touches a broken heart
while the other celebrates
his angel coming home.
Poem Summary
"Waiting Out The Storm" is a poem written for the word prompt, "Raindrops."
When it rains it pours as we duck for cover. We wait for the tornado to change its course. Then we anxiuosly await a rainbow over the horizon.
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Waiting Out The Storm
When it rains, it pours
flooding in each direction
nowhere can we see dry land.
We duck and cover
from a tornado’s violent winds
destroying object in its path
for we are no match.
We ride out the storm
waiting for its trail to change course
looking for a rainbow on the horizon.
"Gary Allan - Every Storm (runs out of rain)
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