Listening to the Rain

Lying on my bed,
Listening to the rain,
I think of past memories,
Of both joy and pain.

My head pressed gently
Against pillows soft
Relives moments
I remember not of’t.

Water pounds on the door,
Supported by roaring gales,
I lie listening to their screams,
Till their music grows stale.

Raindrops dance on winds
Whose melodies I admire;
Singing sweet metaphors,
I write verses,inspired.

Lightning illuminates
My brother’s cheerful face,
Whose smile, from memory
Can ne’er be effaced.

There’s not one part
Of the storm that remains,
That isn’t a song I listen to*
Amidst the pouring rain.

– The Forgers of Fantasy

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HI! I’m Prabhu S, a fourteen year old writer from India. I love reading science, and I also like listening to music and playing the piano. Writing’s my passion, and it will continue to be!

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7 thoughts on “Listening to the Rain

  1. What a beautiful poem, nurture your talent.

    1. Thank you very much! 🙂

  2. Great piece! I love this: I lie listening to their screams,
    Till their music grows stale
    It put me right there!

    1. Thank you very much!

  3. Woww !! I was just thinking of writing about snow…and I came across this poem…beautifully penned about rain..🥰♥️

    1. Thank you very much!

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