Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 023

Oddly enough, it’s raining outside. While that would be completely normal in my home state of Ohio, rain doesn’t happen very often in Atlanta. With the wind blowing leaves off trees, clouds covering the sun, and rain covering everything else, it almost feels like October in the Buckeye State.

So for today’s prompt, I’m asking y’all to write a rainy day poem. You can interpret what a “rainy day poem” means however you like–even if that means wishing for a rainy day, I suppose–or it could indicate a rainy mood even. 

Here’s my attempt for the day:

“S & R”

They found you in the forest,
far from the nearest path,
hidden beneath some wet
leaves and unable to speak.

Even those with experience
never expected to find you
in the way that they did.

It was like a miracle or
an accident, this losing you
and finding you again.


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67 thoughts on “Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 023

  1. Monica Martin

    Rainy days get most people down,
    but not me. The low rumble of
    thunder as the rain beats down on
    my roof, creating a melody of nature.
    Children play in new puddles until
    lightning strikes close by. They run
    inside as my lights go down.

  2. Rodney C. Walmer

    Oh, Laurie I like your work. Did I leave you out. I am sooo sorry.


    Thank you Michelle. 🙂

    Ty Tyger, I am still laughing at your response. 🙂

    My pleasure Patti.

    lain, your work is wonderful. I have always written in rhyme, there are times I wish that I did not and that I could write like you or many others here. I guess, we just wish for what is different then we are.

  3. Michelle H.

    Rodney – love your poem – I love it when you use our names! Thank you for including me. Also, thank you – I’m quite honored to be one of your favorite poets!! I feel the same about you and so many others here – it really is something to look forward too each week!! Have a great week! Michelle

  4. Iain D. Kemp

    Sometimes it takes while to get wher you’re goin’… think I’m gettin’ close.

    May Your God bless you all.

    Waitin’ fo’ Columbus (Part 2)

    A small man came riding
    bare backed, bare legged.
    A blanket for his saddle, my grandfather told me
    how he sought peace and so it was
    the brave and fearful Comanche
    left for all time the sacred land of the Navaho…
    … it seemed that no time at all had passed when a
    painted stranger on a painted horse came riding
    into the home of my ancestors… The Black Foot Sioux
    did not wish for war though their messenger said that conflict
    was inevitable and we had little or no choice…
    Either our Nation would join with the others
    or we would all fall.
    Victim and prey to the evil that was a man with metal shields
    and fire-sticks that killed our bravest warriors
    at a hundred paces…

    The tales of my grandparents are blurry with the memories
    passed on by theirs and we all know now how more white men
    came to rid us of our pride and our lands…
    … but I was amongst those who took to wearing
    battle green and went to
    War speaking our tongue as their code and saw many braves both red and white
    fall prey to the guns of men, still men but yellow and hated and I knew then
    as I know now that my sons will not fight again, these wars that the white man
    starts are not ours to finish yet we fight them still, unheard as the Blackman
    struggles against so many years of hate, we strive with them though we are forgotten.
    We have our Place and we should stay there but that can never be enough…
    We raise money as we raise awareness; we look forward as we are pushed back;
    overshadowed by the freed slaves and forgotten by the power on the Hill, replaced by immigrants from the South. Is there no one strong enough to say what we all cry in our
    Hearts? WE were here first. When will that be important to the Pilgrims of Connecticut?
    When will we stand equal with the Whiteman in his armour and with his fire-sticks?

    I danced with my ancestors, I danced with the braves that saw the Buffalo Nation slaughtered, I danced in Fresno and the security guards threw me out and when I
    Danced wid ya Mama on the roof that sad, dark, rainy night she died…
    … seemed to me the NYPD would’ve cared a damn sight more if she’d been white…

    Progress comes to every generation but sometimes not so well… and now I know how the Navaho felt… Waitin’ fo’ Columbus…


    The formatting has changed it a bit but I can live with that. Love to y’all

  5. Nancy Posey

    Rain or no rain, what a great place to be. When I heard Billy Collins, we were inside (and dry). What fun to hear a poet get standing ovations. My strongest memory, though, was his reading "Lanyard": the audience gradually began to finish the lines whenever "a lanyard" recurred.

  6. Rodney C. Walmer

    Here we go, the correct version. 🙂

    Desert Days Upon the Plains

    The crops are dying
    the well is all but drying
    no food on the table
    the children crying

    Each night we pray for rain
    so far none
    day after day is the same
    just that hot burning sun
    last plow horse dyed of thirst
    a day or so ago
    but, that’s not the worst
    no, not by far, we all know

    If we don’t see rain soon
    this dream will be doomed
    can’t raise a crop in the desert
    that’s what they all said
    now, dad’s down and hurt
    trying to plow solid rock
    that man never did use his head

    Up the road the lain family got out
    they knew what the future would be about
    a day before that, Nancy packed it in
    took her family, to find a new way to begin
    Laura, Sally, Earl and Michelle
    all tried to live in this dry hell
    in the end, they too fell
    decided to try a further up north
    building a wagon train
    they purchased from Patti’s General store
    they headed for the California shores
    Tyger, Laurie, Paige, and Jane
    all decided to remain
    God bless em’ and what they face
    in the coming days

    What of the much needed rain
    well theres’ not a trace
    Someday god will bless this place
    The rain will fall
    tree’s will grow, standing tall
    over what we pioneered
    but, not today
    for this drought is all but feared
    by all that come this way
    stripping us down
    to the very ground
    until we just give up

    As I sit here looking at the stars
    the fate that’s ours
    I dream of water
    lord just one cup
    once more to wet my lips
    before I just lay here and give up. . .

    © Rodney C. Walmer 10/11/08 Rain Poem, ok, this one really started out to be what you were
    looking for. Sorry, it sort of went awry.

  7. Terri

    I see the storm
    a few miles ahead of my windshield
    dark striations in the sky
    headlights coming toward me
    I drive into its midst
    Giant water droplets
    plopping onto glass
    Then a sheet of water
    blurs my vision
    "Slow down" I tell myself
    Too young to hydroplane my way to heaven
    Then, just as quickly as I entered the storm
    I am out of it
    sun shining brightly
    and the only headlights in my rearview mirror

  8. patti williams

    Iain – you have just proved to be extremely clever – and yes, the poem was/is absolutely brilliant! Your best work to this day. Don’t stop the momentum! Write a dozen!

    Rodney – feelings a little down here in Texas my fellow poet!!! I didn’t catch my name in that poem … so I reread it … sure enough, something’s gone wrong! It’s not there at all … must be a computer thing … will get back to growing my thick skin. (hee hee!)

  9. Rodney C. Walmer

    Thank you Jane, I was not sure how anyone would feel about having their names included in the poem. The idea first came to me, when I started putting made up names into the poem, then I said, why not do what I do with my lesson plans, and include people from the site. In my lesson plans, I include students names often to motivate them. I know the kids love it. Of course for them it’s motivational, here it’s just fun for everyone.

    I thank you for your kind words regarding my poetry. I have also enjoyed your work as well as many others here. I often read but do not have time to comment as I am sooo busy with work and home matters. I have found you, Earl, Tyger, lain, Sharon, Robert, Heather, Nancy, Michelle and Sara to be amongst my favorite poets. I have actually found, that I look forward to coming here to read all of your poetry, as a means of enjoyment as opposed to watching TV or other forms of enjoyment. I consider you all to be amongst the best poets around. Sadly, I don’t often get the time to discuss what I read, as I am very frequently interrupted by other matters, or from reading something one of you wrote, I will then be inspired to write something myself, which I rush off to write before I lose the mindset.