April soft and cold: And I love the rain

Let’s have something, well, poetic today, from the 20^th Century poet Langston Hughes.

Hughes wrote a lot about the black experience in America; many of those poems are very powerful. But I’m going for something that brings me close to something I miss very much, living here in the Valley They Call Silicon.

“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