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Water as rain. 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 METAPHOR The rain, sound of a musical instrument. - PowerPoint PPT Presentation
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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.
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