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 sell-song on our roof at night--
And I love the rain.
- Langston Hughes, 1902-1967, April Rain Song
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