Valentina Basso

It’s raining on millions of roofs

It’s raining on millions of fields

And I, from inside my kitchen,

Am looking at the rain fall down slowly

Like a loving snail.

Bortolussi Chiara

METAPHORThe rain, sound of a musical instrument.

The rain’s fingers noisily hit the tiles of roofs, keys of a large piano.

Campaner Gianluca

METAPHORRain, an alphabet with a thousand sounds.

Casetta Grazia

SIMILE

Rain is like the sad weeping of God, poured to clean away the sin from souls.

Roberta Colautti

SIMILE

Rain

Is like a fountain

of emotions.

Erik Da Ros

A SUMMER STORMIt rains. The warm earth

Hears a crackle in the distance. The agony of the dreadful war

Is over. Now we believe God is in the rain

But the worst is still to come: The Sky starts thundering and threatening hailstorm

It ruins fruits their feast.

Giulia Del Frari

RAINTears of melancholy  

like silkthreads

suspended in a grey veil

that darken the soul

with whispers noisily

silent.

Laura Durat

METAPHORThe rain on the glass is the music of a thousand diamonds on the ground.

Fasciano Viviana

Rain,

a lonely and melancholy nymph,

cold and insensitive

destructive and inexorable,

but generous

it’s got an eternal and mysterious

Beauty.

Gianluca Floriduz

WATER

You, that flow

from the fountain

full of remembrances

you steal away my sadness

like a light

in the darkness.

Giusti Lodovico

Rain is sad and coldas if announcing death:

when it I see, anguish hangs over meand serenity dissipates,indeed my soul it steals.

Eleonora Macor

Rain is reaching out to stroke something soft

Rain is getting wet to run after someone.

Rain is leaving everything behind and dream of a

new sun.

You softly fall on our roofs,

crystalline, transparent, silentyou sound like a lullaby

when you gracefully lean on the houses. Rain, you cool the hot summer

and our hearts are relieved.

You are like a little girlperfect, pure, innocent

breath of life,a gift of the spring.

Marina Nadalin

Silvia Odorico

I cannot stand anything cold and wet, but the rain has something special.

I like its sound. I like to see it when it falls. I like to listen to it because it means something to me.

I particularly remember one day a few months ago. I was alone in the house and outside the sky was

darkening. Looking out of the window I saw that it was beginning to rain. In the garden the raindrops bounced off the leaves of the trees, so, I turned off the television and in silence I lay on the sofa and I concentrated to listen to the

noise of the rain.The ticking was like the beating of time an old and ancient clock, full of history, like the one in my sitting room. Then, staring at the rain, falling from the abundant gray clouds, I began to reflect on the day that was nearly over. The rain is

a good friend when you think, and I remember that day because I began to think about my future, what kind of person I would become and what I would be in my life.

I meditated so much that I thought that I would have liked to be just like the rain, independent and free to fall at my

will.

Klajdi Priska

RAIN’S POEMYou're the shrill crying

Of his celestial sky,you're the burst of tears that

remove the smiles fromthe happy terrestrial faces

you’re rain.

Evelina Quattrin

METAPHORRain, never ending thought.

Ilaria Trevisan

SIMILEThe rain falls down like dry leaves in

autumn.

Sara Zadro

Rain for me means to dive into myself.When I look at the raindrops my memory starts to travel

back in timeIt makes me smile about every single thing that reminds

me of the good things happendIt takes me to a reality of happiness and nobody and

nothing can separate me from it.