Langston Hughes writes
April Rain Song
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.
Ahhhhh. This morning, I love it too. The rain. The poem. The Imagery. The words, alive on paper.