Beautiful Rain Poems for Kids

Rain is nature’s way of cleaning and refreshing everything. It’s no wonder most people get overjoyed seeing thick clouds. They enjoy the pitter-patter of raindrops, the earthy smell as rain falls, the drenched trees and buildings. Rain is like a sudden party with family and friends getting together to enjoy a hot beverage with fritters. When out, people enjoy the rain from under their colorful umbrellas, feeling the uplifting ambiance around them. For kids, rain means a beautiful time to get drenched with friends, jump in the puddles, and enjoy nature in all its glory. So, it’s obvious there are numerous poems written on rain and all things associated with rain. Check out our list of rain poems in English for kids.

Poems About Rain for Children

Poems are most engaging and enjoyable way to teach young kids new words, sentence formation, and fluency. Rain poems in English are one the most exciting ways used by teachers and parents to teach kids word association and improve their vocabulary. Rain poems for preschoolers use various properties that rain offers to symbolize different emotions. Parents can teach them a rain acrostic poem to challenge the kid’s imagination and teach them how rain can symbolize multiple emotions such as joy, sorrow, anger, etc. 

1. Summer Rain by Elizabeth Coatsworth

What could be lovelier than to hear the summer rain
Cutting across the heat, as scythes cutting across grain?
Falling upon the steaming roof with sweet uproar,
Tapping and rapping wildly at the door?
No, do not lift the latch, but through the pane
We’ll stand and watch the circus pageant
Of the rain,
And see the lightening, like a tiger, striped and dread,
And hear the thunder cross the shaken sky
With elephant tread.

2. April Rain Song by Langston Hughes

Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing you a lullaby
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk
The rain makes running pools in the gutter
The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night
And I love the rain.

3. The Water Cycle by Helen H. Moore

When I was young, I used to think,
That water came from the kitchen sink.

But now I’m older, and I know,
That water comes from rain and snow.

It stays there, waiting in the sky,
In clouds above our world so high.

And when it falls, it flows along,
And splashes out a watery song,

as each raindrop is joined by more
And rushes to the ocean shore,

or to a lake, a brook, a stream,
From which it rises, just like steam.

But while it’s down here, what do you think?
Some DOES go to the kitchen sink!

4. The Rain by Ruby Archer

He is coming the gentle Rain,
Riding his steed, the wind;
And over the dusty plain
Where grasses thirstily pined
Floats a sigh—
“He is nigh!”
And the thunder grumbles his name
To the lightning’s questioning glance;
While the air, like a restless flame,
Quivers and glows and pants
With the cry—
“He is nigh!”

5. Rain Music by Joseph Seamon Cotter

On the dusty earth-drum
Beats the falling rain; 
Now a whispered murmur, 
Now a louder strain. 

Slender, silvery drumsticks, 
On an ancient drum, 
Beat the mellow music
Bidding life to come. 

Chords of earth awakened, 
Notes of greening spring, 
Rise and fall triumphant
Over everything. 

Slender, silvery drumsticks

Beat the long tattoo—
God, the Great Musician, 
Calling life anew. 

6. Before the Rain by Thomas Bailey Aldrich

We knew it would rain, for all the morn
A spirit on slender ropes of mist
Was lowering its golden buckets down
Into the vapory amethyst.
Of marshes and swamps and dismal fens—
Scooping the dew that lay in the flowers,
Dipping the jewels out of the sea,
To sprinkle them over the land in showers.
We knew it would rain, for the poplars showed
The white of their leaves, the amber grain
Shrunk in the wind—and the lightning now
Is tangled in tremulous skeins of rain!

7. Rain by Robert Louis Stevenson

The rain is raining all around,
It falls on field and tree,
It rains on the umbrellas here,
And on the ships at sea.

8. Rhyme by Elizabeth Coatsworth

I like to see a thunderstorm,
A dunder storm,
A blunder storm,
I like to see it, black and slow,
Come stumbling down the hill.

I like to hear a thunderstorm,
A plunder storm,
A wonder storm,
Roar loudly at our little house
And shake the window sills!

9. Rain in Summer by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

How beautiful is the rain!
After the dust and heat,
In the broad and fiery street,
In the narrow lane,
How beautiful is the rain!

How it clatters along the roofs
Like the tramp of hoofs!
How it gushes and struggles out
From the throat of the overflowing spout!

Across the window-pane
It pours and pours;
And swift and wide,
With a muddy tide,
Like a river down the gutter roars
The rain, the welcome rain!

10. The Rain by Tree Cards

I take and give and
give and take
I origin from the land
where there is a lake

I fall as drops
and falter over leaves
I’ll wet the throat of the crops
and through the leaves I reaches the hives

I take and give and
give and take
I end in a land
from which I wake

11. Rain Poem by Elizabeth Coatsworth

The rain was like a little mouse,
Quiet, small, and gray,
It pattered all around the house
And then it went away.
It did not come, I understand,
Indoors at all, until,
It found an open window and
Left tracks across the sill.

12. Rain, Rain, April Rain by Annette Wynne

Rain, rain, April rain,
Washing tree and window pane,
Tapping every spot of ground,
Lest some sleepy seed be found;
I can watch you and be gay
Though I cannot go to play.
Rain, rain, April rain,
Washer of the hill and plain,
Summer could not be so gay
If it did not rain today,
And it’s fun to stay inside
And see you falling far and wide.

13. Rain by Sir Charles G.D. Roberts

Sharp drives the rain, sharp drives the endless rain.
The rain-winds wake and wander, lift and blow.
The slow smoke-wreaths of vapor to and fro
Wave, and unweave, and gather and build again.
Over the far gray reaches of the plain—
Gray miles on miles my passionate thought must go,—
I strain my sight, grown dim with gazing so,
Pressing my face against the streaming pane.

How the rain beats! Ah God, if love had power
To voice its utmost yearning, even tho’
Thro’ time and bitter distance, not in vain,
Surely Her heart would hear me at this hour,
Look thro’ the years, and see! But would She know
The white face pressed against the streaming pane?

14. Woodland Rain by Bliss Carman

Shining, shining children
Of the summer rain,
Racing down the valley,
Sweeping o’er the plain!

Rushing through the forest,
Pelting on the leaves,
Drenching down the meadow
With its standing sheaves;

Robed in royal silver,
Girt with jewels gay,
With a gust of gladness
You pass upon your way.

Fresh, ah, fresh behind you,
Sunlit and impearled,
As it was in Eden,
Lies the lovely world!

15. Who Likes The Rain by Clara Doty Bates

I,” said the duck. “I call it fun,
For I have my pretty red rubbers on;
They make a little three-toed track
In the soft, cool mud—quack! Quack!”

“I,” cried the dandelion, “I,
My roots are thirsty, my buds are dry,”
And she lifted a tousled yellow head
Out of her green and grassy bed.

Sang the brook: “I welcome every drop,
Come down, dear raindrops; never stop
Until a broad river you make of me,
And then I will carry you to the sea.”

“I,” shouted Ted, “for I can run,
With my high-top boots and raincoat on,
Through every puddle and runlet and pool
I find on the road to school.”

16. The Rainy Day by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the moldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall.
And the day is dark and dreary.

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the moldering past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.

17. The Summer Shower by Thomas Buchanan Read

Before the stout harvesters falleth the grain,
As when the strong stormwind is reaping the plain,
And loiters the boy in the briery lane;
But yonder aslant comes the silvery rain,
Like a long line of spears brightly burnished and tall.

Adown the white highway like cavalry fleet,
It dashes the dust with its numberless feet.
Like a murmurless school, in their leafy retreat,
The wild birds sit listening the drops round them beat;
And the boy crouches close to the blackberry wall.

The swallows alone take the storm on the wing,
And, taunting the tree-sheltered laborers, sing.
Like pebbles, the rain breaks the face of the spring,
While a bubble darts up from each widening ring;
And the boy in dismay hears the loud shower fall.

But soon are the harvesters tossing their sheaves;
The robin darts out from his bower of leaves;
The wren peereth forth from the moss-covered eaves;
And the rain-spattered urchin now gladly perceives
That the beautiful bow bendeth over them all.

18. Windless Rain by Paul Hamilton Hayne

The rain, the desolate rain!
Ceaseless, and solemn, and chill!
How it drips on the misty pane,
How it drenches the darkened sill!
O scene of sorrow and dearth!
I would that the wind awaking
To a fierce and gusty birth,
Might vary this dull refrain
Of the rain, the desolate rain:
For the heart of heaven seems breaking
In tears o’er the fallen earth,
And again, again, again,
We list to the sombre strain,
The faint, cold monotone—
Whose soul is a mystic moan—
Of the rain, the mournful rain,
The soft, despairing rain!

The rain, the murmurous rain!
Weary, passionless, slow,
‘Tis the rhythm of settled sorrow,
‘Tis the sobbing of cureless woe!
And all the tragic of life,
The pathos of Long-Ago,
Comes back on the sad refrain
Of the rain, the dreary rain,
Till the graves in my heart unclose,
And the dead who are buried there
From a solemn and weird repose
Awake,—but with eyeballs drear,
And voices that melt in pain
On the tide of the plaintive rain,
The yearning, hopeless rain,
The long, low, whispering rain!

FAQs

1. What themes do rain poems for kids often explore?

Rain poems for kids often explore themes such as the beauty of nature, the joy of playing in rain, the refreshing feeling of raindrops, and the impact of rain on the environment and growth of plants.

2. How can rain poems for kids be used in education?

Rain poems can be used in education to teach literary devices such as imagery and symbolism, to introduce young learners to poetry as a form of expression, and to stimulate discussions about weather, seasons, and environmental science.

3. Are there any interactive activities related to rain poems for kids?

Yes, teachers and parents can engage children in activities such as writing their own rain poems, creating artwork inspired by rain scenes in poems, acting out rain-themed poems, or even going on nature walks to observe the effects of rain firsthand.

4. Can rain poems for kids help teach about emotions and moods?

Yes, rain poems for kids can teach about emotions and moods by exploring how different people and characters in poems react to rain. For example, some poems may depict rain as soothing and calming, while others may portray it as exciting and playful. Discussing these emotions can help children understand and express their own feelings.

These were some short poems on rain for kids. Poems make an integral part of the growing and learning process of a kid’s life. Rain poems especially give wings to the child’s imagination, adding vivid and rich expressions to their mind. So, please encourage your child to recite and learn more and more poems to enhance their learning and creativity. 

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