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Langston Hughes

Langston Hughes

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.

#Americans #Blacks #Nature #Weather

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