When it rains, the poet want to sleep in a cottage bed and listen to the pitter-patter of raindrops. The poet is at ease, and old recollections resurface in his head. His mind is at peace as memories of his mother flood his consciousness. Q13: What does the poet see when it snows? A snowman! The poet builds his friend a perfect figure out of snow. When it melts, the poet knows that his friend will be around even after they go out of sight.
Snowmen are fun for everyone, especially kids. They can't talk but they make up for it by moving their eyes and nodding their heads. Being silent, they're able to give off an air of mystery. When you build them up with your own two hands, you have a connection with them that phones or computers cannot replicate. You can tell them stories that no one else knows or see what's going on inside their minds.
In conclusion, everyone dreams at some point in their lives. But only poets can express these dreams through words. That's why we call them poems!
1. The youngster is reminded of his mother when it rains. 2. When it rains, the poet enjoys pressing his pillow against his bed and lying down to listen to the patter of the rain. 3. His mother's face comes to him when it rains. 4. A heavy rain washes away all remembrance of his father.
The youngster is reminded of his mother when it rains. When it rains, the poet enjoys pressing his pillow against his bed and lying down to listen to the patter of the rain. No doubt about it-the poet's mother has died.
They were such good friends that when the poet's father died he was left without a penny in his pocket or a friend in the world. The boy's only relative was his grandmother, who loved him very much but could not look after him because she had no money for food or rent. She lived in a small town on the edge of France, where people were afraid of him because of his name. No one knew why it was that Jean Pierre Beaumont had lost his father and mother. He never talked about them, but he always had many poems in his head that he wanted to write.
One day the queen of hearts brought her son an odd gift: a heart with which he could play wherever he went. Just by touching it someone would fall in love with him. Young Jean Pierre was delighted with this present and started playing with the heart right away-but nobody fell in love with him. At last he grew tired of this game and threw the heart into the river. As soon as it touched water, the heart turned into a dove and flew off into the sky.
The poet is listening to the patter made by rainfall on the roof. At this point, his mother's memories comes to life in his head. She used to tell him about when she was a girl and had a pet monkey called Nancy. The poet thinks back to when his own mother told him stories like this one...
He sees her face as he listens, and it reminds him how much he loves her. Then he looks up at the sky and sings:
I will love you more than words can say/ I will love you more than music plays/ I will love you more than anyone could do/ Unless they were me.
This brings him happiness because even though he knows she is gone, she has not forgotten him. Her spirit lives on through him now, so she can watch over him whenever he needs her help the most.
That's what poetry is for me: my way of sharing my feelings with others. It doesn't need to make sense, but it helps if you use proper grammar and sentence structure.
When I write poems, I often start with sounds or images that come into my mind. Sometimes I write down everything that comes into my head without stopping until my piece of paper is full.
When raindrops hit the shingles, they produce a tinkling sound. His heart resonates with the tinkling sound. A thousand years of recollections spin their air-threads into pattering noises. The poet is lying in his bed, listening to the pattering sound of rain on the roof. This is what makes him nostalgic about a thousand years ago.
In other words, the noise of the rain on the roof reminds him of something beautiful that happened a long time ago. So, this idea can be expressed as "nostalgia is nostalgia because of a noise / music / sight / smell / taste / feeling / thought that something brings back old memories."
Now, what is the noise in question here? It is the sound of the rain on the roof. So, this idea can be rewritten as "nostalgia is nostalgia because of the sound of the rain on the roof."
Does this make sense? If yes, then great! You have understood Nostalgia. If not, please read again.
The poet in the poem "Rain on the Roof" enjoys the sound of rain and rests on his bed to hear the patter of raindrops. Yes, I like the rain, as the poet says, but instead of sitting inside, I walk outside and bathe myself in it while eating pakodas with chutney cooked by my mother...
Here is how the poem ends:
Then one day, when it was raining hard, he went upstairs to lie down for a while. As he lay there listening to the noise of the water on the roof, he felt very happy.
That night at dinner his father asked him if he liked rain. And then this young boy said: "Yes, I like the rain. But instead of sitting indoors, I go out into the garden and eat some pakodas with chutney..."
His father was so surprised by what he had heard that he did not know what to say. Then the boy continued: "Also, it makes me feel happy when it is raining."
After that, whenever it rained heavily they would go out into the garden and have some more snacks...
In conclusion, the boy said that rain is good because it makes him feel happy and also because it doesn't last long.